āTo love is to burn, to be on fire.ā
āTime did not compose her.ā
āI have often observed that resignation is never so perfect as when the blessing denied begins to lose somewhat of its value in our eyes.ā
āIt is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. I talked about the dance, and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples.ā
āElinor was to be the comforter of others in her own distresses, no less than in theirs; and all the comfort that could be given by assurances of her own composure of mind, and a very earnest vindication of Edward from every charge but of imprudence, was readily offered.ā
āI trust that absolutes have gradations.ā
āIf ever thou shalt love,In the sweet pangs of it remember me;For such as I am all true lovers are,Unstaid and skittish in all motions elseSave in the constant image of the creatureThat is beloved.ā
āLove sees with the heart and not with mind.ā
āI love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.ā