Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out
whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable
that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not
breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of
eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love
itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and
this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have
roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty
blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one
tree and not two."
~Louis de Bernieres
~Louis de Bernieres
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