Emma
Emma Woodhouse: The most beautiful thing in the world is a match well made.---------------------------
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.
Frank Churchill: Is your horse just washing his feet or are the darker forces at work here?
Emma Woodhouse: The latter, I'm afraid. Something's happened to the wheel and I cannot move.
Frank Churchill: You'll just have to live here then. Buhbye.
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Mr. Knightley: Better be without sense than misapply it as you do.------------------------------
Emma Woodhouse: Not one in a hundred men have "gentleman" so plainly written across them as Mr. Knightley!
Emma Woodhouse: Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook... I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to acertain his feelings for Harriet. I don't think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done. ----------------------------------------------
Emma Woodhouse: How fascinating that any discordancy between us must always arise from *my* being wrong. Mr. Knightley: Not fascinating, but true.
Mr. Knightley: Maybe it is our imperfections which make us so perfect for one another.------------------------------
Mr. Knightley: Men of sense, whatever you may say, do not want silly wives!-----------------------------
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.
Mr. Knightley: I can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance. Go on! [throwing stick for dog to fetch]
Emma Woodhouse: Then you shall have to dance yourself.
Mr. Knightley: I have no taste for it. I'd rather fetch that stick.
Emma Woodhouse: I'll try to remember to bring it to the ball.
Mr. Knightley: [pause] I just want to stay here where it's cozy.
Emma: I do not admire Mr. Knightley as I have so long thought. [pause]
Emma: I love him. So dearly, so greatly!
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Mr. Knightley: Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.-------------------------------
Emma Woodhouse: Now I need not call you Mr. Knightley. I may call you *my* Mr. Knightley.
--------------------------------Emma Woodhouse: Mr. Knightley, if I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream.
{Just watched this movie this last week. Forgot how much I loved it.
Mr. Knightley is quite charming (although I would still choose Darcy if I had too)}
Mr. Knightley is quite charming (although I would still choose Darcy if I had too)}











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