Name: Elizabeth Bennet
Hobbies: Long walks, reading, and analyzing the foibles of her neighbors.
Most charming quality: A sharp and witty tongue
Most detrimental tendency: An inclination to judge character based upon appearance.
Greatest strength: Intelligence
Truest friend: Jane Bennet
Worst enemy: Another difficult call. I nominate George Wickham.
Favorite quotations: "Lady Catherine has been of infinite use, which ought to make her happy, for she loves to be of use."
"Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?"
"He is also handsome," replied Elizabeth, "which a young man ought likewise to be, if he possibly can. His character is thereby complete."
"This is the consequence, you see, Madam, of marrying a daughter," said Elizabeth. "It must make you better satisfied that your other four are single."
"If you were to give me forty such men, I never could be so happy as you. Till I have your disposition, your goodness, I never can have your happiness. No, no, let me shift for myself; and, perhaps, if I have very good luck, I may meet with another Mr. Collins in time."
"How despicably have I acted!" she cried. -- "I, who have prided myself on my discernment! -- I, who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often disdained the generous candour of my sister, and gratified my vanity, in useless or blameable distrust. -- How humiliating is this discovery! -- Yet, how just a humiliation! -- Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly. -- Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our acquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were concerned. Till this moment, I never knew myself."