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. Because this is
what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it
is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying
awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your
body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For 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. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is!
A quote from Captain Corelli's Mandolin 
