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Emma: I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.

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Mr. Knightley: I rode through the rain! I'd - I'd ride through
               worse than that if I could just hear your voice
               telling me that I might, at least, have some chance
               to win you.

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Emma: Has an invitation arrived for a party at the Coles?
Mr. Woodhouse: No, thank Heaven. The Coles are nice people, but we
               should have to go outside to get there.

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Mr. Knightley: Emma, you didn't ask me to contribute a riddle.
Emma: Your entire personality is a riddle, Mr. Knightley. I thought
      you overqualified.

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Miss Bates: It left us speechless, quite speechless I tell you, and
            we have not stopped talking of it since.

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Mr. Knightley: You must be happy that she settled so well.
Emma: Indeed! One matter of joy in this is that I made the match
      myself. People said Mr. Weston would never marry again, and
      what a triumph!
Mr. Knightley: Triumph? You made a lucky guess!
Emma: Have you never known the triumph of a lucky guess? Had I not
      promoted Mr. Weston's visits and given encouragement where
      encouragement was needed, we might not have had a wedding
      today.
Mr. Woodhouse: Then please, my dear, encourage no one else. Marriage
               is so disrupting to one's social circle.

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Emma: Was he handsome?
Jane: Many say he is.
Emma: Was he agreeable?
Jane: He was in no way disagreeable.
Emma: Was he a man of information?
Jane: All his statements seem correct.

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Mr. Knightley: Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.

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Emma: Mr. Knightley, if I have not spoken, it is because I am
      afraid I will awaken myself from this dream.

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Mrs. Elton: I do not profess to be an expert in the field of
            fashion (though my friends say I have quite the eye)
            but I can tell you, there is a shocking lack of satin!

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Emma Woodhouse: One does not like to generalize about so many
                people all at once, Mr. Knightley, but you may be
                sure that men know nothing about their hearts,
                whether they be six-and-twenty, or six-and-eighty.

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Emma: The most incomprehensible thing in the world to a man is a
      woman who rejects his offer of marriage.

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Emma Woodhouse: Hmm, you dismiss her beauty and good nature, yet I
                would be very much mistaken, if your sex in
                general, does not think those claims the highest a
                woman could possess!

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Emma Woodhouse: Not one in a hundred men have "gentleman" so
                plainly written across them as Mr. Knightley!

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[Emma shoots a badly-aimed arrow]
Mr. Knightley: Try not to kill my dogs.

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Mr. Knightley: Vanity working on a weak mind produces every kind of
               mischief.

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Mr. Knightley: Better be without sense than misapply it as you do.

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Mr. Knightley: Is it not a brother's job to find fault with his
               sister?

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[Question about a letter proposing marriage]
Miss Smith: Is it a good letter or too short?

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Emma Woodhouse: The most beautiful thing in the world is a match
                well made.

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Emma Woodhouse: Thank you for being so thoughtful.
Rev. Elton: No - thank you for thinking I am thoughtful.

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Emma Woodhouse: I must throw a party for her. Otherwise everyone
                will feel at once how much I dislike her.

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Rev. Elton: Were I not an old married man, I should gladly do the
            job. But my dancing days are over.