"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake then subsides. And when it subsides you have a decision to make. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should never part. Because that is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not 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 fortunate accident."
