Marianne Dashwood
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.
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Marianne Dashwood "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" Fanny People always live forever when there is an annuity to be paid them. Fanny They're all exceedingly spoiled, I find. Miss Margaret spends all her time up trees and under furniture, and I've barely had a civil word from Marianne. Edward My dear Fanny, they've just lost their father. Their lives will never be the same again. Fanny That is no excuse.
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" Fanny People always live forever when there is an annuity to be paid them. Fanny They're all exceedingly spoiled, I find. Miss Margaret spends all her time up trees and under furniture, and I've barely had a civil word from Marianne. Edward My dear Fanny, they've just lost their father. Their lives will never be the same again. Fanny That is no excuse.
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