Tacking on the kiss at the end made it too romantic, much more like a Victorian or 20th-century story, rather than the early 19th-century story that it really is.
I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.
She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older: the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning.
Oh, Lizzy! do anything rather than marry without affection.
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.
In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.
The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.
We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.
You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. -Mr. Darcy