I shall be perfectly content to spend time with Mr Darcy and enjoy his manner of flattering my ego, for I must confess he does it very well.

I must forever imagine myself comparing every man I meet to Mr. Darcy and finding the otherwise worthy gentleman wanting.

Getting lost in a good book affords the surest means of improving one’s mind as well as fueling one’s imagination with a sense of adventure. All the better if said book should happen to be of a romantic bent.

A wealthy gentleman who imperils his life to rescue a young gentlewoman from a burning building must secretly harbor the desire to make said young woman his wife.

You are mistaken, your ladyship, if you suppose I am seriously considering your scheme. For you to entertain such a notion indicates that you have willfully misunderstood my character.

A single kiss is all that it would take. There could not possibly be any turning back after that.

It would take more than time and distance to break the spell of beguiling country miss.

Falling in love with Mr. Darcy was so easy once she had made a start.

She had often entertained herself with fanciful musings of what it must be like to be kissed by this man—really kissed.

..., for men can be forgiven many faults for which no such mercy awaits the female.