The Pride. The Prejudice.

And so the girl marries the man who she thought is the last man on earth she could ever marry. And that could be as sweet as this:

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're completely, perfectly and incandesantly happy.
Mr. Darcy: And how are you this evening, Mrs. Darcy?
[kisses Elizabeth's forehead]
Mr. Darcy: ...Mrs. Darcy...
[kisses her cheek]
Mr. Darcy: ...Mrs. Darcy...
[kisses her nose]
Mr. Darcy: ...Mrs. Darcy...
[kisses her other cheek]
Mr. Darcy: ...Mrs...
[his voice, a whisper, fades out, and he draws Elizabeth closer to him as she leans in and he kisses her]

Let us not forget the love which ignites in a minute takes a life time to sew up.

I wish you love.

[Pride & Predjudice, 2005, http://www.prideandprejudicemovie.net/]