Colonel Brandon was now as happy, as all those who best loved him, believed he deserved to be;—in Marianne he was consoled for every past affliction;—her regard and her society restored his mind to animation, and his spirits to cheerfulness; and that Marianne found her own happiness in forming his, was equally the persuasion and delight of each observing friend.
Watched part of 2008 Sense and Sensibility last night. (For reasons that have to do with Dan Stevens)
Ugh. Still not over the gorgeousness of the last scene where Edward confesses his love to Elinor.
Colonel Brandon catching Marianne as she swoons and leveling a death glare at Willoughby was fantastic as well.
Never forget the wood chopping in the rain scene;)