“Unhappy as the event must be for Lydia, we may draw from it this useful lesson: that loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable; that one false step involves her in endless ruin; that her reputation is no less brittle than it is beautiful; and that she cannot be too much guarded in her behaviour towards the undeserving of the other sex.”
"I am not romantic, you know; I never was."
“I cannot be otherwise than concerned at being the means of injuring your amiable daughters, and beg leave to apologize for it, as well as to assure you of my readiness to make them every possible amends . . .”
`Ah! Jane, I take your place now, and you must go lower, because I am a married woman.''
"Would you believe it, Lizzy, that when he went to town last November, he really loved me..."
"Oh! no -- it is not for me to be driven away by Mr. Darcy. If he wishes to avoid seeing me, he must go."
“Teaze him — laugh at him. — Intimate as you are, you must know how it is to be done.”
"You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion on my poor nerves."
"For my own part," she rejoined, "I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy;..."
``You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these twenty years at least.''
“I take no leave of you, Miss Bennet. I send no compliments to your mother. You deserve no such attention. I am most seriously displeased.”
"If I should ever go to Brighton, I would behave better than Lydia."
"Oh! She is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld!"
"She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men."
