She was without any power, because she was without any desire of command over herself.

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.

Well, my dear," said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, "if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.

Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

But there are some situations of the human mind in which good sense has very little power.

I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends.