When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
What keeps me going is my children.
Women only nag when they feel unappreciated.
Money has no religion except itself.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
Love itself is what is left over when being "in love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.