Pride and Prejudice Quotes

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

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.

Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.

I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of others so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.

A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.

Angry people are not always wise.

I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice. I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh.

It is particularly incumbent on those who never change their opinion, to be secure of judging properly at first.

You must be the best judge of your own happiness.

A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.

I am determined that nothing but the profoundest respect and gratitude shall ever lead me to matrimony.

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

From henceforth I shall be silent; I am resolved on it.

Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a gentleman in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.

Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way.

There are several people in this world that I dislike, and the converse is also true.

Selfishness must always be forgiven you know, because there is no hope of a cure.

You have widely mistaken my character, if you think I can be worked on by such persuasions as these.

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman’s feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.

To yield without conviction is no compliment to the understanding of either.”

I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

Our scars make us know that our past was for real.

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.

Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.

A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.

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.

No one who has once been heartily and passionately in love can ever forget what they have had to suffer.

Elinor agreed to it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition.

It is happy for you that you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. May I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment or are they the result of previous study?

If her marriage be not thus brought about, Jane will be severely censured for the folly of exposing herself to such ridicule and mortification.”

Indeed, Jane, you ought to believe me. No one who has ever seen you together can doubt his affection. Miss Bingley, I am sure, cannot. She is not such a simpleton. Could she have seen half as much love in Mr. Darcy for herself, she would not have listened to an invitation to the south.

I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice if not in principle.

If any young men come for Mary or Kitty, send them in, for I am quite as leisure.

You deserve a longer letter than this but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve.

Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.

Disappointed hopes, and thinning hair, wrinkles, and crows’ feet— may these be the worst of our afflictions!

I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other.

What are young men to rocks and mountains?

It will be no use for us to you be together if you will not take the trouble of understanding one another.

I do not think it is very pretty; but I thought I might as well buy it as not. I shall pull it to pieces as soon as I get home, and see if I can make it up any better.

I like her appearance. She looks sickly and cross. Sure there is a great sweetness in her face.

I am almost afraid of asking what you thought of me when we met at Pemberley. You blamed me for coming?

Vanessa, I have cursed pride and prejudice! I have railed against the blind eye of judgment! No respect have I for the living dead who devour sweet souls with bitter rations of fear and desire! Now then, the consequence is yours! I am the burning fires on the moon, setting up combustion on sweet goddesses who would rather not burn. I stoke my star that you shall be steeped in fear and burn.