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.
Louis De Bernieres
week twenty-seven
what are your thoughts.
enjoy the moments.
just BE.
robin.
4 comments:
I think Mr. De Bernieres perfectly captured the essence of love in this quote.
I am yet to experience that kind of love. That is, if it's meant for me... Beautiful post. :-)
such a lovely quote, so true in every words weaved about love.
beautiful quote and lovely pic of your loved one
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