Elizabeth Bennet Quotes

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.

~ Jane Austen

My dear, dear aunt,' she rapturously cried, what delight! what felicity! You give me fresh life and vigour. Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains? Oh! what hours of transport we shall spend! And when we do return, it shall not be like other travellers, without being able to give one accurate idea of any thing. We will know where we have gone -- we will recollect what we have seen. Lakes, mountains, and rivers shall not be jumbled together in our imaginations; nor, when we attempt to describe any particular scene, will we begin quarrelling about its relative situation. Let our first effusions be less insupportable than those of the generality of travellers.

~ Jane Austen

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

~ Mary Street

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

~ Mary Street

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

~ Jane Austen

But above all, above respect and esteem, there was a motive within her of good will which could not be overlooked. It was gratitude. -- Gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough, to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him, and all the unjust accusations accompanying her rejection. He who, she had been persuaded, would avoid her as his greatest enemy, seemed, on this accidental meeting, most eager to preserve the acquaintance, and without any indelicate display of regard, or any peculiarity of manner, where their two selves only were concerned, was soliciting the good opinion of her friends, and bent on making her known to his sister.

~ Jane Austen

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

~ Jane Austen

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.

~ Mary Street

It was gratitude; gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him, and all the unjust accusations accompanying her rejection.

~ Jane Austen

It was gratitude; gratitude, not merelyfor having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him.

~ Jane Austen

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.

~ Mary Street