A temporary madness
“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, it is not the desire to
mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night
imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t
blush, I am telling you some truths. 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.”
— Louis de Bernières (Captain Corelli’s Mandolin)
