Bennet Quotes

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My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then.

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

Yes, you know enough of my frankness to believe me capable of that. After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations.

Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!

Mr. Bennet's expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd as he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment.

And what am I to do on the occasion? -- It seems an hopeless business.

Do you not want to know who has taken it?" cried his wife impatiently.

Mr. Collins was to attend them, at the request of Mr. Bennet, who was most anxious to get rid of him, and have his library to himself

Elizabeth’s tears had wrung my heart: I longed to enfold her in my arms, to comfort her, but I knewit would be infamous indeed to take such advantage of her distress.

Hello, Mary.'It was like hearing a note of divine calm after a dissonant passage of music. My confusion died away.

I knew it was Peter playing. I fancied he was trying to tell me something - an absurd idea, but it persisted - 'I may not be able to spell, but just you listen to this.

Blessed with the love of a good man, I felt equal to anything - even the prospect of living out my days in the Antipodes.

When left alone with her, I ignored her and kept my eyes on my book, though I confess I turned over more pages than I read.

Elizabeth was not playing for the sake of exhibiting her virtuosity: she played for joy.

I hardened my heart against all the Bennets. - Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.