There was a great deal of good sense in all this; but there are some situations of the human mind in which good sense has very little power.
All the privilege I claim for my own sex, is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.
That would be the greatest misfortune of all! To find a man agreeable whom one is determined to hate!
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.
There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil—a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome." "And your defect is to hate everybody." "And yours," he replied with a smile, "is willfully to misunderstand them.
Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.