Sense & Sensibility

My heart is, and always will be, yours.

Lose Your Heart and Come to Your Senses

Brandon is the sort of man everone speaks well of, but no one remembers to talk to.

To die for love. What could be more glorious?

Elinor: Marianne, you must change or you will catch a cold.
Marianne: What care I for colds when there is such a man.
Elinor: You will care very much when your nose swells up.
Marianne: You are right. Help me, Elinor.

Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and dignity and honour. Elinor, where is your heart?

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to discuss it with a single soul. Having it forced on me by the very person whose prior claims laid ruin to all my hopes. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

Last updated: March 24, 2005