Marianne is so passionate and shows her heart. She lives life by giving all and feels the deep depravity when what she gave is not received.
Willowby, the dashing lover who never meant to fall in love, but did with this beautiful lively 17 year old.
What if Willowby was never disinherited, what if he had never misused Col. Branden's ward. What if, what if what if?
He did fall in love, but a past mistake made him face the reality of choosing-wealth or love. He choose no love and much wealth. But what if he had chosen no wealth and much love, would Marianne have married him if she found out about his last "romance'.
But alas we will never know, for Willowby made the critical decisions that haunted him for many years.
Sonnet 116
Sonnet 116:
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;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Willowby, the dashing lover who never meant to fall in love, but did with this beautiful lively 17 year old.
What if Willowby was never disinherited, what if he had never misused Col. Branden's ward. What if, what if what if?
He did fall in love, but a past mistake made him face the reality of choosing-wealth or love. He choose no love and much wealth. But what if he had chosen no wealth and much love, would Marianne have married him if she found out about his last "romance'.
But alas we will never know, for Willowby made the critical decisions that haunted him for many years.
Sonnet 116
Sonnet 116:
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;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
cute post! I absolutely love this movie <3
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