Fitzwilliam Darcy, more commonly known as Mr. Darcy, is the wealthy master of the Pemberley country estate and nephew of Lady Catherine de Bourgh. He is one of the two central characters in the novel, the other being Elizabeth.
Darcy is the brooding and aloof romantic hero, who comes with a dash of arrogance and haughtiness. He is intelligent, honest and socially awkward.
As the story develops we also learn about his compassionate nature and generous side. When the Bennets are caught up in a scandal involving young Lydia and George Wickham, the noble hero Darcy intervenes to save the day.
Darcy’s excessive pride and sense of his own superiority lead him to look down on his social inferiors. He is disliked by some people for this and sparks fly between him and Elizabeth early in the novel.
But like Elizabeth, Darcy acquires the self-knowledge to admit his faults and change. He manages to overcome his pride and class-consciousness and grows to admire and love Elizabeth and her strong character.
Here are six key Mr. Darcy quotes with analysis that define Jane Austen’s most famous heartthrob:
“She is tolerable, I suppose, but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me.”
“My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.”
“Your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.”
“And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is willfully to misunderstand them.”
“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.” Elizabeth’s astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This he considered sufficient encouragement, and the avowal of all that he felt and had long felt for her, immediately followed. He spoke well, but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed, and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride. His sense of her inferiority – of its being a degradation – of the family obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suit.
“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”
“They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.”