Throughout the novel, we see the benefits and disadvantages of both sisters' dispositions.
I'm a little more Marianne-ish. Sometimes my passion
rears its ugly head takes over. When something upsets me, I'm more inclined to yell, to have fits of emotion. The hubs...he's a saint. He's the male version of Elinor. He sits patiently and waits for my frenzy to subside.
Passion is needed in life.