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Starring: Dakota Johnson, Cosmo Jarvis, Henry Golding, Suki Waterhouse, Richard E. Grant, Nikki Amuka-Bird

OUR RATING: ★★★½

Story:

Netflix romantic period drama directed by Carrie Cracknell. Persuasion (2022) centers on Anne Elliot (Dakota Johnson), an unconforming woman with modern sensibilities, living with her snobby family on the brink of bankruptcy. When Captain Frederick Wentworth (Cosmo Jarvis), the man who was she persuaded not to marry eight year ago, crashes back into her life, Anne must choose between putting the past behind her or listening to her heart when it comes to second chances.

 

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'It's okay to find love on your terms, however unorthodox. Don't let anyone tell you how to live. Or who to love.' - Anne Elliot (Persuasion) Click To Tweet

 

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Anne Elliot: I almost got married once. Wentworth held my heart. But he was a sailor without rank or fortune. And I was persuaded to give him up.


 

Anne Elliot: Now I’m single and thriving. I spend my time drinking fine wines, enjoying warm baths, and lying face down on my bed. Like I said, thriving.


 

Anne Elliot: Who needs romance when one has family? My father. He’s never met a reflective surface he didn’t like. Vanity is the beginning and end of his character. Also the middle.


 

Sir Walter Elliot: “Sir Walter Elliot, born March 1st, 1760. Man of consequence, known for his exquisite jawline.”
Anne Elliot: He is the sole object of his own warmest respect and devotion.

 

'True reputation comes from honesty, integrity, compassion, acceptance of responsibility for the welfare of others.' - Anne Elliot (Persuasion) Click To Tweet

 

Elizabeth Elliot: [referring to their family history book] Shame there wasn’t anything nice we could think to add about you, Anne.
Anne Elliot: Thanks for trying.
Elizabeth Elliot: You’re quite welcome. I wanted to leave you out entirely, but Daddy thought people might think you had died.


 

Mr. Shepherd: Some people don’t have homes or food. Try to put this into perspective.
Sir Walter Elliot: Mr. Shepherd, if I was interested in gaining perspective by thinking of the poor, I’d ask you the rate charged by your barber. Don’t ask me to change things by seeing them differently. See things my way, then change them until they are different.


 

Anne Elliot: Father, true reputation comes from honesty, integrity, compassion, acceptance of responsibility for the welfare of others.
Sir Walter Elliot: Anne, we’re speaking of something substantial. Try to keep up.


 

Sir Walter Elliot: I will not have a Navy man in my house. They’re all ugly.
Mr. Shepherd: Admiral Croft is quite handsome.
Sir Walter Elliot: Admiral? What right has the British Navy to bring persons of obscure birth into undue distinction? Only God has the right to bestow rank.

 

'A woman without a husband is not a problem to be solved.' - Mrs Croft (Persuasion) Click To Tweet

 

Sir Walter Elliot: What good is a title if you have to earn it? What good is anything if you have to earn it?


 

Lady Russell: It’s been seven years.
Anne Elliot: Eight!
Lady Russell: You couldn’t possibly still feel…
Anne Elliot: I do.


 

Anne Elliot: Frederick Wentworth was the only person, save you and my mother, who ever really saw me. And understood me. And loved me. And among the three of you, the only one I wanted to…
Lady Russell: Exchange calling cards with?
Anne Elliot: Well put.


 

Anne Elliot: You lied when you told me time would heal me of my pain.
Lady Russell: You’re angry with me.
Anne Elliot: I’m angry with myself, for being persuaded. For not seeing then what I see so clearly now. That I would have been a far happier woman in keeping him than I have been in giving him up.

 

'Nobody tells you when you're young that life keeps going. It keeps going whether you approve of the progression or not. And, eventually, you find yourself wondering, “How did I end up here?”' - Anne Elliot (Persuasion) Click To Tweet

 

Lady Russell: The truth is, marriage is transactional for women. Our basic security is on the line. I could not let you throw yourself away on a man with no rank, no fortune, nothing but himself to recommend him.
Anne Elliot: That was the part I liked. Besides, all of his confidence was justified. He is rich now. And a captain.
Lady Russell: Then, why haven’t you heard from him?
Anne Elliot: Because I broke his heart. And he knew why.


 

Lady Russell: [to Anne] You will find the one that’s meant for you. The one who loves you enough to fight for you. Darling, I admire how strongly you feel about it, but at some point, you have to move on. I fear Wentworth is a ship that has sailed. So I say this with love. Abandon all hope.


 

Anne Elliot: It’s true, he hasn’t written to me. But I knew he wouldn’t. He respects himself too much to beg. He didn’t fight for me because he could never value a love that wasn’t offered freely. I’m sure he’s put it all behind him. I, on the other hand, have kept it painfully in front of me.


 

Anne Elliot: [referring to Wentworth] And yet, no marriage announcement. Nothing at all to indicate he’s since been in any way attached to another. In other words, hope springs eternal.

 

'The truest evidence of an inferior mind is to allow oneself to be persuaded away from one's deepest convictions.' - Wentworth (Persuasion) Click To Tweet

 

Elizabeth Elliot: As we’re moving, I need to think about my Bath persona. I think Bath Elizabeth should be less sophisticated than London Elizabeth, but not as free-spirited as country Elizabeth.


 

Anne Elliot: Mrs. Penelope Clay, widowed, though she never speaks of it. He was a corpse when they met, so perhaps the transition escaped her attention.


 

Sir Walter Elliot: We’ll need your pleasant company to make amends for the many plain faces we shall have to endure in Bath.
Penelope Clay: Now, Sir Walter, not everyone was made to be handsome. Your beauty will shine twice as brightly amongst them. It is often said if you’re a five in London, you’re a ten in Bath. Well, just think, you and Elizabeth, you’ll be thirteens there.
Elizabeth Elliot: You’ll be at least a six, Anne.


 

Elizabeth Elliot: Make sure the nice linens are hidden before the admiral arrives.
Anne Elliot: Why? Do you think they’ll steal them?
Elizabeth Elliot: I don’t like the idea of their naked skin on my sheets.
Anne Elliot: Ooh, it might bring you luck.

 

'There's nothing worse than thinking your life is ruined, and then realizing you've got much, much further to fall.' - Anne Elliot (Persuasion) Click To Tweet

 

Sir Walter Elliot: Hide the ledgers. I don’t want anyone assuming my identity.
Anne Elliot: I don’t think anyone wants your credit at this point, Father.


 

Mrs Croft: A woman without a husband is not a problem to be solved.


 

Anne Elliot: [referring to Wentworth] I wonder how he feels as to a meeting. If he’d wished to see me before now, he need not have waited. He’s angry still, I’m sure. What if I’ve been wrong? What if he’s been pining for me day and night all these years?


 

Anne Elliot: Mary is preferable to Elizabeth in that she’s a total narcissist. So, conversing with her requires very little energy, and can be great fun. Once, I went an entire twenty-four hours speaking exclusively in Italian. She only noticed when I asked her to pass the sale. She’s so wrapped up in her own suffering that, until I clear my throat, she won’t even notice I’m here.


 

Mary Musgrove: I’m close to death. I can feel my organs decomposing.
Louisa Musgrove: Same as yesterday then.
Henrietta Musgrove: Encouraging that, though her organs rot, her personality remains as fresh as ever.

 

'How is it that life can remain static, almost obstinately resistant to any change for years at a time, and then, without warning, become flooded with so much newness within the course of a few weeks?' - Anne Elliot (Persuasion) Click To Tweet

 

Louisa Musgrove: Have you ever met Captain Wentworth?
Anne Elliot: In passing, long ago.
Louisa Musgrove: Is it true he’s devastatingly handsome?
Anne Elliot: He has a kind face, yes.
Louisa Musgrove: And is it true he actually listens when women speak?
Anne Elliot: He listens. He listens with his whole body. It’s electrifying.
Louisa Musgrove: Well, then, he sounds like just the man for you.


 

Louisa Musgrove: I’ve made up my mind, Anne. No more hiding your light underneath a bushel.
Anne Elliot: You’re very sweet, but I’m not interested in receiving instruction on where to put my light. Or my bushel.


 

Louisa Musgrove: Tell me, honestly, why aren’t you married?
Anne Elliot: I’m waiting to fall in love.


 

Louisa Musgrove: Men like explaining things. Tell him you’ve never used utensils before, ask him to teach you how to hold them.
Anne Elliot: Is this how they’re teaching courtship these days?
Louisa Musgrove: Then, just when he starts to seem interested, don’t respond to a single thing he says. As though you’re a ghost. He’ll be hooked.
Anne Elliot: So, then, just be myself.
Louisa Musgrove: Oh, no. Don’t do that until at least the second year of marriage.
Anne Elliot: That may not be the worst advice.

 

'So often those we perceive as our greatest adversaries are just shadow versions of ourselves.' - Mr. Elliot (Persuasion) Click To Tweet

 

Mary Musgrove: It’s not enough I brought these humans into the world, I must now miss dinners on account of them. This is just my luck. If there is anything disagreeable, men are sure to get out of it.


 

Mary Musgrove: The thing about me is, I am an empath. I’m actually the least equipped to be with my children when they’re suffering, because I feel it so deeply. It’s much better for me to be away. Life is so much easier for people like Anne who aren’t so sensitive.


 

Mary Musgrove: Anne, please, I can’t endure the sound of laughter before noon.


 

Anne Elliot: “Oh, look at me. I’m Captain Wentworth, and I am very impressive! I’m rich, and I’m handsome, and everybody loves me! And I’m a sailor!”
Charles Musgrove: [as Wentworth enters the room] Captain, meet Mary’s sister, Anne.
Wentworth: Actually, we’ve met.
Anne Elliot: We’ve met.
Wentworth: Long ago, before I was rich. But not before I was handsome.

 

'We women do not forget you so soon as you forget us. Women love beyond all sensible limits. We cannot help ourselves.' - Anne Elliot (Persuasion) Click To Tweet

 

Anne Elliot: You look old. I didn’t mean that.
Wentworth: What did you mean?
Anne Elliot: Older than you used to look. Your face has matured.
Wentworth: Small price to pay for a life of purpose.
Anne Elliot: Are you implying my life lacks purpose?
Wentworth: How would I know?


 

Anne Elliot: Your hair remains intact.
Wentworth: Your hair is also suitably appropriate.


 

Charles Musgrove: So, then, you two really have met.
Anne Elliot: Fleetingly.
Wentworth: And yet memorable in its fleetingness.


 

Henrietta Musgrove: What made you decide on such a risky profession?
Wentworth: When I first left shore, I was in great need of distraction. For that, the constant threat on my life was useful. In fact, I was in such despair, there were times I almost wished for it.
Louisa Musgrove: Would it be too bold to ask the source of such desperation?
Wentworth: A woman.
Louisa Musgrove: Well, then, her loss.

 

'The only privilege I claim for my sex is that of loving longest. Loving even when hope is gone. Loving because you don't have a choice.' - Anne Elliot (Persuasion) Click To Tweet

 

Wentworth: You found me out. Here I am, ashore, looking to make a foolish match. A little kindness, a strong mind, a few compliments to the Navy, and I’m a lost man. Anyone between the ages of eighteen and eighty may have me for the asking. Almost anyone.


 

Mary Musgrove: Wentworth isn’t very gallant to you, Anne. He said you were so altered he hardly recognized you. Don’t worry, I stood up for you. I told him about the time that your eye got so infected it swelled shut for a week, and then we all called you Blackbeard. I suppose that isn’t sticking up for you so much as just saying a thing.
Anne Elliot: Yes, I suppose it was more that.


 

Anne Elliot: [referring to Wentworth] He was so distant last night. I’d prefer open hostility. His cold politeness and ceremonious grace are worse than anything.


 

Anne Elliot: [referring to Wentworth] Love me, you idiot! Love me or kill me now! I can’t bear it!

 

'Don't ask me to change things by seeing them differently. See things my way, then change them until they are different.' - Sir Walter Elliot (Persuasion) Click To Tweet

 

Anne Elliot: Für Elise happens to be a great dance song for those sophisticated enough to explore less traditional movements.
Mary Musgrove: And how would you dance to Beethoven?
Anne Elliot: Alone in my room with a bottle of red.


 

Anne Elliot: Why must everyone always assume that all women want is to be chosen by any eligible bachelor?
Mary Musgrove: Because marriage is the greatest blessing that life can offer.
Anne Elliot: Where are your children?
Mary Musgrove: How should I know?


 

Anne Elliot: Nobody tells you when you’re young that life keeps going. It keeps going whether you approve of the progression or not. And, eventually, you find yourself wondering, “How did I end up here?” But a heartbeat ago, there were no two souls more in rhythm than Wentworth and I. Now we’re strangers. Worse than strangers. We’re exes.

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Anne Elliot: I’m doing my best.
Wentworth: Your best? About what?
Anne Elliot: About you and me. I don’t want you to be angry.
Wentworth: What would you want me to be?


 

Mary Musgrove: I’m just too kind, Anne, that’s my problem. I give all of my attention to others and then I suffer for it.


 

Anne Elliot: [after Louisa’s admitted she loves Wentworth] I just don’t understand why you think you need my permission if you say I barely look at him.
Louisa Musgrove: Because it’s the way you barely look at him. I know what I’m watching, and it’s more than two people who have merely met before.
Anne Elliot: What you’re seeing is the past.


 

Mary Musgrove: Anne, that’s more than enough poetry. You know how much I detest metaphor.
Anne Elliot: Sorry, Mary, I’d forgotten. My mind is like a sieve.
Wentworth: Which is a simile, not a metaphor.
Anne Elliot: Fine. My mind is a sieve.
Mary Musgrove: Whatever your mind is, stop using words imaginatively this instant. I can’t bear it.


 

Louisa Musgrove: [referring to the Elliots] Lord knows how sweet Anne came out of that lot. We all so wish Charles had married her instead. Don’t you agree?
Wentworth: Oh, don’t let her fool you.
Louisa Musgrove: What do you mean?
Wentworth: Anne Elliot has as much pride as the rest. It just takes a different form.


 

Wentworth: [to Louisa] The next time you witness Miss Elliot quietly installing herself on the outskirts of some social situation, consider whether she might assume this vantage in order to judge everyone around her, harshly.


 

Wentworth: The truest evidence of an inferior mind is to allow oneself to be persuaded away from one’s deepest convictions.


 

Anne Elliot: [after overhearing Wentworth’s conversation about her to Louisa] There’s nothing worse than thinking your life is ruined, and then realizing you’ve got much, much further to fall.
Anne Elliot: [as she trips and falls] Like I said.


 

Mary Musgrove: You’re always out to ruin my fun and I won’t have it. I need a holiday, and I need you with me on that holiday so to have someone to talk at when the others stop feeling obligated.
Anne Elliot: Shockingly self-aware.


 

Anne Elliot: [referring to Benwick] What’s the source of his sorrow? Home from Troy and there’s another man in his bed? Sorry, Agamemnon joke.


 

Captain Harville: They say the universe always has a plan.


 

Anne Elliot: [referring to talking to Benwick] I’m not sure I’m the messenger the universe has in mind.
Captain Harville: Trust me, it’s never wrong. All that is meant for one is meant to find one. I promise.


 

Captain Harville: [referring to Wentworth] He could be an admiral some day, a great service to the Crown, and all that it holds dear, but instead he’d rather fart around inland for the rest of his life.
Mrs. Harville: Oh, let the man fart where he likes.


 

Anne Elliot: Your future wife will be perfectly capable of managing her own feelings. Don’t patronize her by deciding for her what worries she can and cannot endure. Who knows? Perhaps she’ll even be forging her own adventures at home.


 

Anne Elliot: I often think it is the great misfortune of poetry that it’s seldom enjoyed safely by those capable of enjoying it completely. Only people who know loss can really appreciate Byron. But those people should only taste him sparingly. Otherwise, they’ll be left more deeply in their sorrow.
Captain Benwick: Then, what are those people meant to do?
Anne Elliot: Honestly, I’ve been trying to work that out for eight years now.


 

Anne Elliot: I can only tell you what I must repeat to myself daily. You’re young. You don’t know what the future has in store. You will rally, and you will be happy again.
Captain Benwick: Perhaps you’re right.
Anne Elliot: I know I am.


 

Mr. Elliot: Pardon me. I think I’m in your way.
Anne Elliot: Perhaps you can correct that.
Mr. Elliot: Perhaps.


 

Wentworth: Can I help you with something?
Mr. Elliot: Considering what I’d like help with, probably not.


 

Wentworth: I’ve lived with a thousand different imagined versions of you over the years. Some to rail against. Some to cherish.
Anne Elliot: Likewise.


 

Anne Elliot: I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again. Or if you knew how much I cared.
Wentworth: I think I always knew. There’s no one quite like you. And it’s clear to me that I want you in my life. No matter what form that takes. Bury the past and… I suppose what I’m getting at is, I would like to be friends.
Anne Elliot: I was thinking the same.


 

Wentworth: [to Anne] I saw so clearly this morning the prison my resentment had created. I genuinely hope you find love, wherever you need to find it. And I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your offer of friendship.


 

Anne Elliot: I really do hope you’ll be open to pursuing the admiralty. Everyone speaks to your genius. I’m sure they understate it.
Wentworth: They don’t really know who I am, or what would make me happy.
Anne Elliot: Well, I do. I know you. And I know you want a life of consequence. And I know you’d be brilliant.


 

Wentworth: You want to know a secret?
Anne Elliot: Always.
Wentworth: My most grim moments at sea, when I felt completely lost, and confused, and inadequate, I would ask myself, “What would Anne do here?” That’s how I’d know how to proceed. Pretending I was you.
Anne Elliot: You lie.
Wentworth: I truth.


 

Wentworth: [to Anne] You’re always best in an emergency. Anticipating the needs of others. Direct and focused, calm and thoughtful. Equipped with more intelligence than does you good. No, you’re an exceptional person. It angers me the world denies you the chance of a public life. You’d make a great admiral.


 

Anne Elliot: Now we’re worse than exes. We’re friends.


 

Mr. Elliot: Before you go, allow me a proper introduction. Or is your minder waiting round the corner to tell me off again?
Anne Elliot: [referring to Wentworth] He’s my friend, and I believe he misconstrued your intentions.
Mr. Elliot: My intentions were construed most accurately. I intended for you to notice me. Miss?
Anne Elliot: Miss. Simple. I like it.


 

Mr. Elliot: Will I see you again?
Anne Elliot: We must entrust that to providence. That means I haven’t yet made up my mind.


 

Louisa Musgrove: [referring to Mr. Elliot] You must hate him for all the embarrassment he’s caused your family.
Anne Elliot: Actually, so far it’s his most winning quality.


 

Anne Elliot: [referring to Louisa’s accident] It’s not your fault. You told her not to leap.
Wentworth: In words, yes. But in other ways…
Anne Elliot: In other ways?
Wentworth: I led her to believe I was a person who was prepared to catch her.


 

Wentworth: [to Anne, referring to Louisa’s accident] Had this not occurred, one can only imagine what our lives might have been. Now I’m responsible for her.


 

Anne Elliot: How is it that life can remain static, almost obstinately resistant to any change for years at a time, and then, without warning, become flooded with so much newness within the course of a few weeks? It’s impossible to recall life before the torrents.


 

Lady Russell: Do you know whose company I enjoy? My own. There’s a reason widowed men die soonest and unmarried women live longest. We’re great company.


 

Anne Elliot: [referring to Mr. Elliot] He must be after something.
Lady Russell: Why are you so suspicious of him?
Anne Elliot: Because anyone that attractive must have an angle.


 

Lady Russell: [referring to Mr. Elliot] Do I sense a romance brewing?
Anne Elliot: That’s not going to happen.
Lady Russell: Because?
Anne Elliot: Because he is a ten. I never trust a ten.


 

Elizabeth Elliot: Anne! I’m so happy to see you.
Anne Elliot: What do you mean by that?
Elizabeth Elliot: Mr. Elliot is on his way, and I want him to see what I look like next to you.


 

Elizabeth Elliot: [to Anne] I’m never quite sure whether you’re insulting me, but I value your regard so little that I don’t mind either way.


 

Mr. Elliot: Well, it seems like providence plays for my team after all.
Anne Elliot: I’m your cousin, Anne.
Mr. Elliot: Cousin? Interesting. It’s a decided step up from passerby, but still a bit short of “most beloved”. But I am willing to work for my titles.
Anne Elliot: Imagine my luck, a flirt and a hard worker.
Mr. Elliot: Oh, don’t forget rich.
Anne Elliot: Lucky we have you to remind us.


 

Anne Elliot: [referring to Mr. Elliot] He means to disarm me with candor. It isn’t working. Yet. Probably won’t. Right?


 

Sir Walter Elliot: Pardon me, I’m experiencing joy. The dowager Viscountess Dalrymple, and her daughter, the honorable Miss Carteret, are in Bath.
Anne Elliot: Do you rehearse this stuff while I’m sleeping?


 

Anne Elliot: Cousin is a term most accurately applied to those within one’s family tree, not those within one’s family forest. The Dalrymples don’t have the slightest notion that we exist.
Sir Walter Elliot: With the help of a few visual aids, I bet we could explain the connections most comprehensively within three quarters of an hour.


 

Anne Elliot: Sometimes, I have this dream that a giant octopus is sucking my face, and as I struggle to get free, I realize that my hands are tentacles, and I can’t push it off. And then I realize, of course, that I am the octopus, and I am sucking my own face.
Mr. Elliot: Much like in life. So often those we perceive as our greatest adversaries are just shadow versions of ourselves.


 

Mr. Elliot: Perhaps the next time you meet an octopus, Miss Elliot, you should embrace him, rather than try to detach. Wrap those wily tendrils right around him and let yourself be taken.
Anne Elliot: In your dreams, Mr. Elliot.
Viscountess Lady Dalrymple: And also in mine. It was on account of eating some cheese a bit too close to bedtime.


 

Anne Elliot: You know, you’re beginning to grow on me.
Mr. Elliot: Now I’m suspicious.


 

Lady Russell: He spoke quite highly of you to me the other night. I believe there is some attachment.
Anne Elliot: Mr. Elliot could attach to a potato if it suited him.


 

Anne Elliot: [referring to Mr. Elliot] Well, I’ll admit, there is something there. But, for once, I’m asking you to trust that I have the resources to make my own decisions. I must rely on the instructions issued by my own heart. I tried the alternative once, and I’ll never forgive myself for it.
Lady Russell: You mean you’ll never forgive me.


 

Anne Elliot: [after believing that Louisa and Wentworth are engaged] I always imagined myself confronting this moment with grace. I would astonish myself and others with my quiet dignity. My ability to endure. Statues would be erected in my name. “In memory of Anne Elliot, who suffered cosmic loss, yet really held it together quite impressively.”


 

Mr. Elliot: [to Wentworth] I’m glad to have the opportunity to apologize for my behavior in Lyme. It was on account of being struck by this dazzling creature.
Anne Elliot: Please don’t call me a creature.
Mr. Elliot: This dazzling…
Anne Elliot: Woman? Woman?
Mr. Elliot: Well, what’s wrong with creature?
Anne Elliot: We’ll talk about it later.


 

Mr. Elliot: I’m new to these genuine feelings. I’m trying to learn from you, for you. You’re far too good for me, and I’m terrified. But I want very much to make you my wife. Nothing else would make me happier.
Anne Elliot: Your wife?
Mr. Elliot: Yes. You don’t have to answer now. But please, think on it.


 

Mary Musgrove: Ever since Louisa’s accident, life just seems so fragile and fleeting. It’s made me realize how important it is to spend time away from one’s children.


 

Mary Musgrove: My doctor thinks I might benefit from embodying gratitude. So every time something terrible happens in my life, I’m to think up something I’m glad for.
Charles Musgrove: For example, the fact that both my sisters are madly in love and about to be married?
Mary Musgrove: No, that does nothing for me.


 

Anne Elliot: I’m no card player.
Wentworth: The worst I’ve ever seen. That was then. Time makes many changes.
Anne Elliot: I’m not yet so much changed.


 

Anne Elliot: We women do not forget you so soon as you forget us. Women love beyond all sensible limits. We cannot help ourselves.


 

Anne Elliot: The only privilege I claim for my sex is that of loving longest. Loving even when hope is gone. Loving because you don’t have a choice.


 

Anne Elliot: [reading Wentworth’s letter] “Dear Anne, I can listen no longer in silence. Anne, you pierce my soul. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I am half agony, half hope. I know you are to marry Mr. Elliot, but I will never forgive myself if I do not tell you this. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan. But of course you have not seen this. How could you? Because your love has not lasted as long as mine. Anne, I have loved no one but you. And I don’t think I ever will.”


 

Wentworth: “I have thought many times about how to tell you, but the pain of a love unrequited rendered me silent. Tell me not that I am too late. My love for you has never faltered.”
[Anne runs into his arms and kisses him]


 

Anne Elliot: There are many kinds of love. For some, the right partnership can be a lucrative endeavor. For others, true connection is reward enough.


 

Anne Elliot: It’s okay to find love on your terms, however unorthodox. Don’t let anyone tell you how to live. Or who to love. I learned the hard way.


 

Anne Elliot: I was thinking, perhaps we can enjoy a quick anchoring in Venice before Constantinople?
Wentworth: Do you know what it takes to turn a ship around?
Anne Elliot: Yes. From personal experience.

 


 

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