"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 is both an art and a fortunate accident."
~ Louis De Bernieres ~