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

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

Elizabeth’s tears had wrung my heart: I longed to enfold her in my arms, to comfort her, but I knew
it would be infamous indeed to take such advantage of her distress.

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.

Mama will be pleased to know that her least favourite daughter is to be married."
"To her least favourite man in the world, no doubt. I clearly recall how Mrs. Bennet barely tolerated my presence when I visited Longbourne.

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.