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“I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it’s white, it’s snow-white.” 





But now several minutes elapsed without bringing the sound of his voice; and when occasionally, unable to resist the impulse of curiosity, she raised her eyes to his face, she as often found him looking at Jane as at herself, and frequently on no object but the ground. More thoughtfulness and less anxiety to please, than when they last met, were plainly expressed. She was disappointed, and angry with herself for being so.

"Could I expect it to be otherwise!" said she. "Yet why did he come?"


Cap ‘n Quote: Pride and Prejudice (2005) 

Elizabeth’s spirits soon rising to playfulness again, she wanted Mr. Darcy to account for his having ever fallen in love with her. “How could you begin?” said she. “I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning; but what could set you off in the first place?”


“Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.”

(for curious-george007, the lovely runner-up of our giveaway)


Marry for love, Georgiana. Marry the person your heart cries out for. And when you have that person, do not doubt them. Not for a single moment.


what i love most about this short scene is the difference between Darcy and Bingley. look at Darcy taking the lead, confident and determined to see Elizabeth, whereas Bingley seems so unsure, not of his feelings for Jane but of himself — look at how he clutches his hat bless him — and how Jane will respond to what he wants to say to her



She was overpowered by shame and vexation. Her coming there was the most unfortunate, the most ill-judged thing in the world! How strange must it appear to him! In what a disgraceful light might it not strike so vain a man! It might seem as if she had purposely thrown herself in his way again! Oh! why did she come? or, why did he thus come a day before he was expected? Had they been only ten minutes sooner, they should have been beyond the reach of his discrimination, for it was plain that he was that moment arrived, that moment alighted from his horse or his carriage.