"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. It's when your roots that grow
towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fall
from your branches, you find that you are one tree and not two."