If questioning would make us wise No eyes would ever gaze in eyes; If all our tale were told in speech No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh And love not bound in hearts of flesh No aching breasts would yearn to meet And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows The secret powers by which he grows? Were knowledge all, what were our need To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?
Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why" I love you now until I die. For I must love because I live And life in me is what you give.
Mr. Darcy: You must know... surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
Apaixonei-me pelo filme, apaixonei-me pelo Mr Darcy e tenho inveja da Elizabeth, que é uma sortuda de merda. Ah! Adorei o Mr Bennet, por amor de Deus, aquele homem é genial! E chorei, pronto, admito que sou uma chorona de primeira e já era de esperar. Agora, vamos ao livro.
