What are men to rocks and mountains?

Those who do not complain are never pitied.

I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

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

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

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

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

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

Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.

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

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.

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.

A battle cry" Mr. Bennet said "is a warrior's calling card. Only it does not say 'Good afternoon. I have come for tea and crumpets.' It says 'Death has come for you! Flee or be killed where you stand!

You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner.

Well, my dear," said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, "if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.

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