Love

[qos]

A friend sent me this yesterday:

Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have 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 eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Love is the roots that grow towards each other underground, slowly and determined. And when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, you find you are no longer two, but one. One root, One tree, One Love.

- By Louis de Bernieres, from Captain Corelli's Mandolin

Comments

[unicorndelamer.livejournal.com]

That is beautiful. Do you know if it's from the film or the book? I've seen (and loved) the film but never read the book. Thanks for sharing.

[qos.livejournal.com]

I suspect that it's from the book, since the author's name was included, but I really don't know. The email was one of those multiple forwards.

[stucco33.livejournal.com]

Ooo, I like that. I am readying to propose to Dee and this adds to my mental gumbo.