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.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Captain Corelli's Mandolin
A friend posted this note on Facebook. A short paragraph from Captain Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernieres. What it said was just amazing... and of course, IT IS one of the most famous and impactful quotes from the book.
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quotes,
relationships,
soul
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