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 Mandolin
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Y*rdeh, I saw this on your blog as I was browsing, and couldn't stop nodding at how truly beautiful love is. I hope someday, I will find it too...
Someday.
When the "being in love" has gone, I would like to end up with something truly beautiful, lasting, real, and pure.
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One of the most beautiful books which I had read during my reflective years on the same very issue was Essays in Love by Alain de Botton. He writes about the whole process of love from start till end and had certainly help me put my thoughts into perspective. It's very analytical yet complete humourous, somehting I reckon doctors would like. Do look it up, get the first edition if you could. Hope this helps.
Hope you feel better soon, girl :( *hugs* It's one of my favourite quotes.
The Unknown: Perhaps I will go look for it one day when I feel like it. Thanks for the recommendation. Any favourite excerpt?
Y*rdeh: It is very beautiful indeed.
"essays in love" probably :)
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