Monday, 15 December 2008
07:07:37 PM (GMT)
2. Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And
when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots
have become 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 of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both
an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew
towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our
branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin6. "Love is the beauty of the soul."