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Positive Word of the Day

Ardent:

adjective
1.
having, expressive of, or characterized by intense feeling; passionate; fervent: an ardent vow; ardent love.
2.
intensely devoted, eager, or enthusiastic; zealous: an ardent theatergoer. an ardent student of French history.
3.
vehement; fierce: They were frightened by his ardent, burning eyes.
4.
burning, fiery, or hot: the ardent core of a star.

I LOVE this word. It is in my favorite Jane Austen book, Pride and Prejudice and I LOVE it when Mr. Darcy says it in the movie:

Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you... I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth, my rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.

Elizabeth Bennet: I don't understand.

Mr. Darcy: I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.

Elizabeth Bennet: Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. Believe me, it was unconsciously done.

And, since we are talking about the movie...here is my favorite part...when he says this in the movie I completely melt (aaaw Mathew Mcfayden):

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. And I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

If only our Mr. Darcy's stayed like this ALWAYS. You never fought, argued, became frustrated, exasperated or confused. Oh well....we love them and work like crazy to keep the love alive!

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