Love is not breathlessness; It is not excitement; It is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being โin loveโ, 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.
Louis de BernieresWhen 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.
Louis de Bernieres