Quotes About Affection

I am determined that nothing but the deepest love could ever induce me into matrimony. [Elizabeth]

Whom are you going to dance with?' asked Mr. Knightley. She hesitated a moment and then replied, 'With you, if you will ask me.' Will you?' said he, offering his hand. Indeed I will. You have shown that you can dance, and you know we are not really so much brother and sister as to make it at all improper.' Brother and sister! no, indeed.

A woman of seven and twenty, said Marianne, after pausing a moment, can never hope to feel or inspire affection again.

It sometimes is a disadvantage to be so very guarded. If a woman conceals her affection from the object of it, she may loose the opportunity of fixing him.

A young woman in love always looks like Patience on a monument Smiling at Grief.

We can all begin freely—a slight preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.

Elizabeth Bennet: And that put paid to it. I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love? Mr. Darcy: I thought that poetry was the food of love. Elizabeth Bennet: Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead Mr. Darcy: So what do you recommend to encourage affection? Elizabeth Bennet: Dancing. Even if one's partner is barely tolerable.

I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.

Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.

never could I expect to be so truly beloved and important; so always first and always right in any man's eyes as I am in my father's...

To be sure you know no actual good of me, but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.

She is probably by this time as tired of me, as I am of her; but as she is too Polite and I am too civil to say so, our letters are still as frequent and affectionate as ever, and our Attachment as firm and sincere as when it first commenced.

Will you tell me how long you have loved him? It has been coming on so gradually, that I hardly know when it began.

If a woman conceals her affection with the same skill from the object of it, she may lose the opportunity of fixing him; and it will then be but poor consolation to believe the world equally in the dark. There is so much of gratitude or vanity in almost any attachment, that it is not safe to leave any to itself. We can all begin 'freely'- as light preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have a heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.

I think you are in very great danger of making him as much in love with you as ever.

How she might have felt had there been no Captain Wentworth in the case, was not worth enquiry; for there was a Captain Wentworth: and be the conclusion of the present suspense good or bad, her affection would be his forever. Their union, she believed, could not divide her more from other men, than their final separation.

And so ended his affection, said Elizabeth impatiently. There has been many a one, I fancy, overcome in the same way. I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love! I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love, said Darcy.

The I examined my own heart. And there you were. Never, I fear, to be removed.

There are few of us who are secure enough to be within love without proper encouragement - Charlotte Lucas

The longer they were together the more doubtful seemed the nature of his regard, and sometimes for a few painful minutes she believed it to be no more than friendship

If a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out. -Elizabeth

I have never yet known what it was to separate esteem from love

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am.

I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty women can bestow.' Miss Bingley immediately fixated her eyes on his face, and desired he would tell her what lady had the credit of inspiring such reflections. Mr. Darcy replied: 'Miss Elizabeth Bennet.