where do i even begin. this book is just amazing. how two people who are so much alike yet so completely unaware of that fact till the end, then fall in love is just beautiful. how simple looks and first judgments can create such silly ideas and notions about people who you may never know because you never give them a chance. but once given that chance, your first ideas, notions and rash judgments were completely wrong and you missed out on so much.
i watched the kiera knightly and matthew macfadyen version of the movie last night. i just LOVE this movie. the chemistry between the two of them is just perfect with the tone of the movie. gentle hand touches and lingering looks......words spoken from the heart that just don't come out right at first but have so much meaning behind them.
there's a secret about me you may not know. inside i'm a complete hopeless romantic. i'm a mushball when it comes to love and romance. not the overly mushy stuff, but stories of two people who are so completely meant to be that despite anything and everything they were truly meant to be together. love songs get me too. romantic gestures melt my heart. a well written romantic movie will move me to tears. the movie titanic had me bawling for days after i first saw it. not so much the jack and rose story line, tho it was part of it, mostly that fact that it's based around an actual event and real live people who were in love died. the old couple holding on to each other as the water is coming up around them.....even now i tear up. how even when they knew they were about to die, they just held on to each other. forever. love does that to people. true love.
the scene at the end of the movie, where lizzie is walking in the early morning mist and she notices darcy walking towards her.......my heart completely skips a beat and my breath gets caught in my lungs.
Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
Elizabeth Bennet: Very well. Only, I wish you would not call me "my dear."
Mr. Darcy: Why?
Elizabeth Bennet: Because it's what my father calls my mother whenever he's cross about something.
Mr. Darcy: Well, what endearments am I allowed?
Elizabeth Bennet: Well, let me think..."Lizzie" for everyday, "my pearl" for Sundays, and "Goddess Divine," but only on special occasions.
Mr. Darcy: And what am I to call you when I'm cross? "Mrs. Darcy?"
Elizabeth Bennet: No, you may only call me "Mrs. Darcy" when you are completely, perfectly and incandescently happy.
Mr. Darcy: And how are you this evening... Mrs. Darcy? Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy!