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.
