Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the one person you can't be without.

... strange things may be generally accounted for if their cause be fairly seached out.

From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes.

It is the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoy it completely.

When the evening was over, Anne could not be amused…nor could she help fearing, on more serious reflection, that, like many other great moralists and preachers, she had been eloquent on a point in which her own conduct would ill bear examination.

Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?

To flatter and follow others, without being flattered and followed in turn, is but a state of half enjoyment.