there are few people whom i really l o v e, 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.
omg i forgot how there was that rumor that bingley was bringing “twelve ladies and seven gentlemen” with him to the assembly and everyone was freaking out but all I can think of is lizzie bennet diaries
[Mr. Darcy walks next to the piano] Elizabeth Bennet: You mean to frighten me, Mr. Darcy, by coming in all your state to hear me, but I won’t be alarmed even if your sister does play so well. Mr. Darcy: I am well enough acquainted with you, Miss Elizabeth, to know that I can not alarm you, even should I wish it.