Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like a volcano 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 the breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the
promise of eternal passion, and it is not the desire to mate every
minute or every second of the day. That is just being "in love"
which any fool can do…Love itself is what's left over when being in love has
burned away, and this both an art and a fortunate accident. - Louis De Bernieres.
