Marianne Dashwood was born to an extraordinary fate. She was born to discover the falsehood of her own opinions, and to counteract, by her conduct, her most favourite maxims.

Everybody's heart is open, you know, when they have recently escaped from severe pain, or are recovering the blessing of health.

Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.

You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.

You, of all people, deserve a happy ending Despite everything that happened to you, you aren't bitter You aren't cold You've just retreated a little and been shy, and that's okay If I were a fairy godmother, I would give you your heart's desire in an instant And I would wipe away your tears and tell you not to cry "A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of"

You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.

It is a difference of opinion which does not admit of proof. We each begin probably with a little bias towards our own sex, and upon that bias build every circumstance in favour of it which has occurred within our own circle.