"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 the promulgation of promises of eternal passion... Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."
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