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 promises 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 blossom has fallen from their branches
They find that they are one tree and not two

Louis de Bernieres


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