Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn, to be on fire. Like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise.
A line from Marianne Dashwood
(quoting William Shakespeare)
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken"
More lines from Marianne Dashwood
1 quoteScenes with Marianne Dashwood
2 scenesI'm taking you for a walk.
Margaret
No, I've been on a walk.
You need another.
Margaret
It's going to rain.
It is not going to rain.
Margaret
You always say that and then it always does.
Whatever his past actions, whatever his present course, at least you may be certain that he loved you.
But not enough. Not enough.
