Pemberley Quotes

I like my coffee with cream and my literature with optimism.

It has been coming on so gradually, that I hardly know when it began. But I believe I must date it from my first seeing his beautiful grounds at Pemberley.

Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?

Sometimes it is the quiet observer who sees the most.

Michael and I are an anomaly. Hardly anyone stays together forever with their first significant other, except maybe in YA novels. And usually when they do, it’s because he’s a vampire or a werewolf or owns a beautiful estate called Pemberley or something.

JANE: "Will you tell me how long you have loved him?" ELIZABETH: "I believe it must date it from my first seeing his beautiful grounds at Pemberley.

We have all sinned, Mr. Darcy, and we cannot look for mercy without showing it in our lives.

If this were fiction, could even the most brilliant novelist contrive to make credible so short a period in which pride had been subdued and prejudice overcome?

We are neither of us the people we were then. Let us look on the past only as it gives us pleasure, and to the future with confidence and hope.

The library at Pemberley was as freely open to her as it was to Darcy, and with his tactful and loving encouragement she had read more widely and with greater enjoyment and comprehension in the last six years than in all the past fifteen, augmenting an education which, she now understood, had never been other than rudimentary.

There was certainly at this moment, in Elizabeth's mind, a more gentle sensation towards the original, that she had ever felt in the height of their acquaintance. Elizabeth's changing relationship with Darcy on first visit to Pemberley, Chapter 43.

It is doubtful whether Mrs Bennet missed the company of her second daughter, but her husband certainly did. Elizabeth had always been his favourite child.

It is never so difficult to congratulate a friend on her good fortune than when that fortune appears undeserved.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

People should make up their minds whether to live or to die and do one or the other with the least inconvenience to others.

Miss Bingley was very deeply mortified by Darcy's marriage; but as she thought it advisable to retain the right of visiting at Pemberley, she dropt all her resentment; was fonder than ever of Georgiana, almost as attentive to Darcy as heretofore, and paid off every arrear of civility to Elizabeth. Pemberley was now Georgiana's home; and the attachment of the sisters was exactly what Darcy had hoped to see. They were able to love each other, even as well as they intended. Georgiana had the highest opinion in the world of Elizabeth; though at first she often listened with an astonishment bordering on alarm at her lively, sportive manner of talking to her brother. He, who had always inspired in herself a respect which almost overcame her affection, she now saw the object of open pleasantry. Her mind received knowledge which had never before fallen in her way. By Elizabeth's instructions she began to comprehend that a woman may take liberties with her husband which a brother will not always allow in a sister more than ten years younger than himself. Lady Catherine was extremely indignant on the marriage of her nephew; and as she gave way to all the genuine frankness of her character, in her reply to the letter which announced its arrangement, she sent him language so very abusive, especially of Elizabeth, that for some time all intercourse was at an end. But at length, by Elizabeth's persuasion, he was prevailed on to overlook the offence, and seek a reconciliation; and, after a little farther resistance on the part of his aunt, her resentment gave way, either to her affection for him, or her curiosity to see how his wife conducted herself: and she condescended to wait on them at Pemberley, in spite of that pollution which its woods had received, not merely from the presence of such a mistress, but the visits of her uncle and aunt from the city. With the Gardiners they were always on the most intimate terms. Darcy, as well as Elizabeth, really loved them; and they were both ever sensible of the warmest gratitude towards the persons who, by bringing her into Derbyshire, had been the means of uniting them.

A man's judged by what he is and not what he was.

I was like a little boy showing off my toys, desperate to win approval.

Elizabeth laughed and pushed her father's shoulder. "Go, Papa, and be kind to him. I love him so. And it would be to your advantage to be on his good side." Mr. Bennet raised his eyebrows. "Oh, and why is that?" Because I have seen both his libraries in London and at Pemberley, Papa." Interested and amused, Mr. Bennet said, "Ahh, and are they very grand, Lizzy?" A more exquisite sight you will not see," she assured him.

guilt is more commonly felt by the innocent than by the culpable,

I would sooner have my mother back than the halls of Pemberley.

This is your time. Go live your dream, Sadie girl. Pemberley will still be standing strong when you come back.

They also accused her of being sardonic, and although there was uncertainty about the meaning of the word, they knew that it was not a desirable quality in a woman, being one which gentlemen particularly disliked.

He's giving me the full Mr. Darcy treatment now. Not the evolved Darcy who meditates on the fine eyes and takes a sexy plunge in the pond at Pemberley, but the haughty, judgmental Darcy from the first half of Pride and Prejudice. Any minute now I expect him to declare that I'm tolerable, but not pretty enough to tempt him.

There are few activities so agreeable as spending a friend's money to your own satisfaction and his benefit.

Mrs. Bennet's morals were indeed much better than Miss Bingley's, as the matron never prompted anything truly underhanded, she merely wished to see her girls well settled.

Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be when it’s right. But if you let me, I’ll be there to catch you when you fall.

That in and of itself was scandalous, for any well brought up young woman was taught first and foremost that curiosity not only killed the cat, had she been a female feline, she had it coming.

My father explained it to me as soon as I was old enough to understand—to divide Pemberley would be to destroy it. George, you see, was required to spend his life in service to the place. That was his sacrifice. I was required to surrender it entirely—that was mine.

I met an acquaintance of yours just the other day, a Mr. Wickham, and heard a great deal of your time together at university," said Elizabeth, trying to get to the bottom of the matter that had been plaguing her.

Fluff and nonsense, quite happy to have you, colonel. Perhaps you can assist Darcy in adjusting to society here. He has declared it something savage and refuses to become acquainted with the natives," jested Bingley.

The New World is not a refuge for the indolent, the criminal, the undesirable of the old, but a young man who has been clearly acquitted of a capital crime, has shown fortitude during his ordeal and has shown outstanding bravery in the field of battle appears to have the qualifications which will ensure his welcome.

Neighbors whose jealousy of such a triumph exceeded any satisfaction in the prospect of the union were able to console themselves by averring that Mr Darcy's pride and his wife's caustic wit would ensure that they lived together in the utmost misery for which even Pemberley and ten thousand a year could offer no consolation.

There is seldom a physical description of a character or scene in Pride and Prejudice and yet we feel that we have seen each of these characters and their intimate worlds; we feel we know them, and sense their surroundings. We can see Elizabeth's reaction to Darcy's denunciation of her beauty, Mrs. Bennet chattering at the dinner table or Elizabeth and Darcy walking in and out of the shadows of the Pemberley estate. The amazing thing is that all of this is created mainly through tone—different tones of voice, words that become haughty and naughty, soft, harsh, coaxing, insinuating, insensible, vain. The sense of touch that is missing from Austen's novels is replaced by a tension, an erotic texture of sounds and silences. She manages to create a feeling of longing by setting characters who want each other at odds.

By 1803, therefore, Mrs Bennet could be regarded as a happy woman so far as her nature allowed and had even been known to sit through a four-course dinner in the presence of Sir William and Lady Lucas without once referring to the iniquity of the entail.

It is unforgivable that men and women who have worked the land and served us for generations should be so bewildered and fearful, because of laws made to accommodate the greed of others," Darcy said, "Laws are meant to make the lives of citizens better, not worse.

And would she herself have married Darcy had he been a penniless curate or a struggling attorney? ...Elizabeth knew that she was not formed for the sad contrivances of poverty.

It was a fashionable and expensive academy but there was no loving care, and it inculcated pride and the values of the fashionable world, not sound learning and good sense.

Books have been my constant companions, from a tender age until this day - Mary Bennet

Of what do you speak? One cannot change a fishmonger's wife into a gentlewoman, Richard." cried Darcy, gapping at the absurdity of his cousin's pronouncement

alone. "Mr. Collins, it seems it would be far more efficient to form a line at the next assembly. For it seems you intend to seek a bride every few hours or so.

Pemberley Woods with some perturbation;

To Pemberley, therefore, they were to go.

Pemberley,

To Pemberley, therefore, they were to go. END

Not to appear to disgrace his family, to degenerate from the popular qualities, or lose the influence of the Pemberley House, is a powerful motive.

Pemberley! Over her dead body would she allow the master to ruin himself over such a woman, from such a family!

It was as though the elements had conspired to keep her at Pemberley until her prejudices and her reservations had melted away.

Though Darcy could never receive him at Pemberley, yet, for Elizabeth's sake, he assisted him further in his profession.

If Pemberley were a food, it would be a cherry tart, best consumed from a picnic basket.

One would never know they were not gentry. Show her you have changed. Darcy bowed to her relations. “Welcome to Pemberley, Mr. Gardiner, Mrs. Gardiner.

Lately, she’d found herself drawn to this place that held so much meaning. She’d turn on her favorite playlist and just—let everything go. Lose herself in the movement of the music.

Mr. Collins, feeling himself fully in the right, thinking on the sensibilities of matrimony no further. For his part, it was as though he were being cheated of better meat at the market.

[Mr. Collins] began by stating that he could find no words to express his shock and abhorrence, and then proceeded to find a great number, few of them appropriate and none of them helpful.

But it was simply unthinkable that Miss Elizabeth Bennet should be mistress of Pemberley! Over her dead body would she allow the master to ruin himself over such a woman, from such a family!

Neither man spoke of the past. Darcy could not rid himself of its power but Wickham lived for the moment, was sanguine about the future and reinvented the past to suit his audience, and Darcy could almost believe that, for the present, he had put the worst of it completely out of his mind. p.172

Mr. Bennet missed his second daughter exceedingly; his affection for her drew him oftener from home than anything else could do. He delighted in going to Pemberley, especially when he was least expected.

She was wearing a hat heavily trimmed with crisp pink ribbons which looked new, bought no doubt as tribute to the importance of the occasion. It would have been more impressive had it not sat atop a bush of bright yellow hair and from time to time she touched it as if unsure whether it was still on her head.

She’d lose track of time and stay for hours. Until the sun dipped low in the sky. Dancing beneath the blue junipers made her feel like she was taking back her power. And she was finally dancing for no one but herself.

I always sleep well, dearest, except for when your hot body smothers me completely!" Darcy grinned. "Forgive me. Even sub- consciously I must be near you. I have no control over the matter. Tea and a scone?" "Yes, please." She sat, tucking her feet under her. "No need to apologize, William. I simply elbow you hard and you roll away, temporarily at least. Come winter you can re- pay the treatment when I slip my frozen feet between your thighs.

He could not believe his luck. He was already out the door, determined to make haste. Miss Jane Bennet, by far the most beautiful of all the women he had intended to court and possessing a far more docile spirit, would be his.

One of her parlour borders, Miss Harriet Smith, married a local farmer, Robert Martin, and is very happily settled. They have three daughters and a son, but the doctor has told her it is unlikely that further children can be expected and she and her husband are anxious to have another son as playmate to their own. Mr and Mrs Knightley of Donwell Abbey are the most important couple in Highbury, and Mrs Knightley is a friend of Mrs Martin and has always taken a keen interest in her children.

There is absolutely nothing that should tempt you into matrimony - early, or indeed, ever - except love. would it not be preferable to remain unmarried all your life rather than compromise on that principle of singular importance - Elizabeth Darcy

Mr. Bingley, you have engaged in the worst duplicitousness, sir! Lulling me into a false sense of security while you stole my intended bride! It is unchristian, sir, as you knew very well my intentions toward my dear cousin as I left Netherfield this morning.

Well, as we know, I am not tolerable enough to tempt you, so I suppose I would have to recommend Jane, as she is the renowned local beauty. If she fails to entice you, sir, you will need to remove to a new county to find a partner worthy of your consideration.

that my father should have left so small a collection of books. What a delightful library you have at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy!" "It ought to be good," he replied, "it has been the work of many generations." "And then you have added so much to it yourself, you are always buying books." "I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days as these." "Neglect! I am sure you neglect nothing that can add to the beauties of that noble place. Charles, when you build your house, I wish it may be half as delightful as Pemberley." "I wish it may.

Her thoughts were all fixed on that one spot of Pemberley House, whichever it might be, where Mr. Darcy then was. She longed to know what at the moment was passing in his mind—in what manner he thought of her, and whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him.

What a delightful library you have at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy!” “It ought to be good,” he replied, “it has been the work of many generations.” “And then you have added so much to it yourself, you are always buying books.” “I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days as these.

Expecting gratitude for a gift is... unseemly.

They agreed, however, that they could wish them only as much joy as they had together, refusing to be dislodged from their position as the happiest couple in the world, by anyone.

Darcy took the view that if family amity required him to meet people with whom he had little in common, it were best done at their expense not his.

There are few activities so agreeable as spending a friend’s money to your own satisfaction and his benefit,

my love, as his example. He would then have said less, and that more to the point.” Mr. Collins’s mind was not subtle enough to detect the irony or suspect the stratagem.

I prefer animals to people,

could even the most brilliant novelist contrive to make credible so short a period in which pride had been subdued and prejudice overcome?

Sin duda es importante que los que se aman sean capaces de hablar abierta y sinceramente sobre las cuestiones que les afectan.

My father was truly a wise man: He bargained for a husband who most assuredly best suited me.

Elizabeth was enraged: She took all the anger pent up under proper manners over the last few days and directed it toward contempt for Mr. Darcy. How could he? Was he entirely absent a conscience? To scheme against Jane, of all people, who ought to remind him of his own sister. A man must be devoid of any decency and every proper feeling to tamper with the hopes of someone as unassuming as Jane.

Marriage as it should be... two individuals loving the other more than they cared for themselves. Giving and giving until theoretically they should be empty, yet always invigorated with more to give.

He and Darcy rapidly came to the conclusion that they liked each other and thereafter, as is common with friends, accepted their different quirks of character as evidence of the other’s superior intellect.

So what do you think, Miss Bennet? Will you come to Pemberley?" He Spoke quietly over her shoulder; she hadn't realized he was so close. Feeling a mischievous impulse, likely from her nervousness at his proximity, she said the first thing that came to her mind. "It is tolerable, I suppose, but not hadsome enough to tempt me." Mr. Darcy's face went from shocked and angry, to hurt and confused, and finally to understanding as her words sunk in.

You must convince her to live,” Schneider said simply. “Convince her she has a reason to live. Tell her of her worth in your life. Speak to her need to fight for the life you will share together. Tell Mrs. Darcy of what you foresee for your future as man and wife. Of what you wish for your children. Perhaps then, Mrs. Darcy will leave the comfort of languishing in the unknown between life and death and accept the idea of walking into your shared future, hand-in-hand.

Wisdom bought with a tremendous price, Jane. You know what William and I suffered. I suppose the benefit to our tumultuous courtship was the trial-by-fire aspect of it all.We learned our lessons via grievous methods, but we did learn them.

Elizabeth, as they drove along, watched for the first appearance of Pemberley Woods with some perturbation; and when at length they turned in at the lodge, her spirits were in a high flutter. The park was very large, and contained great variety of ground. They entered it in one of its lowest points, and drove for some time through a beautiful wood stretching over a wide extent. Elizabeth's mind was too full for conversation, but she saw and admired every remarkable spot and point of view.

Miss Bennet, I shall be completely blunt and honest and beg your pardon if I cross a line in some manner; however, I sense you are requesting a candid response.” He paused, awaiting her favour until she nodded. “I feel drawn to you in a way I do not totally understand, yet there it is. I have never felt so inclined towards another. What this connection bodes for the future, I do not know. You are pretty, intelligent, honest, proper, and many other fine qualities I believe I could list without hesitation. I think it entirely probable you and I would be perfect for each other. It is my intention to discover if this is possible. I do not wish to trifle with your emotions, nor do I wish to have my own sensibilities manipulated; therefore, if you cannot imagine even the remotest chance of returning affection, tell me now and I shall abide by your pleasure. On the other hand, if you sense, even vaguely, a returned interest in me, then let us proceed with willing minds and hearts.

Lying flat, the small mound of their child nearly disappeared,with only a palm-sized hardness palpable below her navel. Darcy murmured nonsense over this evidence of their love, tickling Lizzy's skin so that she giggled and squirmed. "What are you saying to him, love?" "I am informing him that he has been gifted to the very best mother in the entire world. Also, I am reintroducing myself and thanking him for finally allowing me to feel him. If need be, I shall squeeze him several times a day. He can kick me whenever the whim takes him!" He glanced up into her mirth-filled face.

Charlotte had not been the eldest of a large family without acquiring some skill in the management of male delinquencies and her method with her husband was ingenious. She consistently congratulated him on qualities that he did not possess in the hope that, flattered by her praise and approval, he would acquire them.

It is generally accepted that divine service affords a legitimate opportunity for the congregation to assess not only the appearance, deportment, elegance and possible wealth of new arrivals to the parish, but the demeanour of any of their neighbours known to be in an interesting situation, ranging from pregnancy to bankruptcy.

...Miss Bingley was particularly anxious at the time not to leave the capital. Her pursuit of a widowed peer of great wealth was entering a most hopeful phase. Admittedly without his peerage and his money he would have been regarded as the most boring man in London, but one cannot expect to be called "your grace" without some inconvenience.

You've got your real face and then the face you show to the rest of the world. The face you show to the rest of the world is always a little... better than your real face. More pulled together, more smart or funny or nice or in control or whatever it is you want yourself to be. You might want that outward face to be you, but it never quite is.

Elizabeth smiled warmly. "For you I will allow it, Mr. Trask. How is your wife, sir? Still putting up with you, or has she finally come to her senses and run away?" Trask laughed, slapping his knee. "I see married life has not tamed that wit of yours, Miss Elizabeth! Well done! Your poor hus- band, to be saddled with such a wench!" Lizzy assumed a mournful face. "Yes, it is a tragic affair. It is merely a matter of time ere a cell at Bedlam will be his home.

He felt like a character in a book. He thought of Mary Lennox as she discovered her secret garden. The blackberry bushes had become too thick to ride through and Percy dismounted, leaving Prince beneath the shade of a thick-trunked oak tree. He chose a strong whip of wood and started carving his way through the knotted vines. He was no longer a boy whose legs didn't always do as he wished; he was Sir Gawain on the lookout for the Green Knight, Lord Byron on his way to fight a duel, Beowulf leading an army upon Grendel. So keen was his focus on his swordplay that he didn't realize at first that he'd emerged from the forested area and was standing now on what must have been the top of a gravel driveway. Looming above him was not so much a house as a castle. Two enormous floors, with mammoth rectangular windows along each face and an elaborate stone balustrade of Corinthian columns running around all four sides of its flat roof. He thought at once of Pemberley, and half expected to see Mr. Darcy come striding through the big double doors, riding crop tucked beneath his arm as he jogged down the stone steps that widened in an elegant sweep as they reached the turning circle where he stood.

You want us to love you, is that right? Love, Tabitha Crum, is to be earned, not given away to just anyone like a festering case of fleas. She'd been seven when her mother had made the comparison of love and irritable itching. Tabitha remembered the statement quite well because it was the same year children at school had suddenly gotten it in their heads that she had a case of head lice. That had been a difficult time and nobody had gotten close to Tabitha since. Of course, with the addition of a pet mouse over the last year, her lack of friendship could perhaps be further explained by the misapprehension that she spoke to herself. Pemberley was a most excellent consultant in all matters, but he tended to stay out of sight, so Tabitha could somewhat understand the slanderous comments. Or it might have been the unfortunate, uneven unattractive, blunt-scissored haircut her mother was so fond of giving her. Or it could have been the simple truth that making friends can be an awkward and a difficult thing when it's a one-sided endeavor and you've a pet mouse and you've been painted as odd and quiet and shy, when really you're just a bit misunderstood. In any case, nobody at St. John's seemed lacking for companionship except her. But Tabitha reminded herself that there were far worse things than not having friends. In fact, she often made a game of listing far worse things: • eating the contents of a sneeze • creatures crawling into her ear holes. • losing a body part (Though that one was debatable depending on the part. An ear or small toe might be worth a friend or two.

I think lots of things, Denny, and I dismiss nothing. When I know, then I'll act.

It was difficult to step the balance of being agreeable and cheerful while not being silly and careless.

since I have known him, I am increasingly

Life is not flawless, no matter how close one may obtain excellence. All we can truly promise each other is to love and honor and respect and communicate.

Kitty, since I am going to be in town for a month or two, I wonder if you might be interested in visiting me. We certainly found several common interests at Pemberley, and I would love to see your finished watercolors of the Peaks.” Kitty

what now seemed to him a ridiculous propensity both to think too much and to consistently reach the wrong conclusions. The

No man can make you happy if you are not content within yourself first. No man will thank you for expecting it of him either. Find your own peace. - Elizabeth Darcy