Mrs. Dashwood: Why so grave? You disapprove her choice? Marianne: By no means. Edward is very amiable. Mrs. Dashwood: Amiable? But? Marianne: There is something wanting. He's too sedate. His reading last night... Mrs. Dashwood: Elinor has not your feelings. His reserve suits her. Marianne: 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... Mrs. Dashwood: They made rather pathetic ends, dear. Marianne: Pathetic? To die for love? How can you say so? What could be more glorious? Mrs. Dashwood: I think that would be taking your romantic sensibilities a little far.