Love

August 24, 2009 at 10:23 pm 3 comments


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 not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. 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, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

From Captain Corelli’s Mandolin

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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. umair  |  November 14, 2009 at 7:21 pm

    long time … no post?

  • 2. Ria  |  October 10, 2009 at 10:01 pm

    Love is a feeling like other feelings. and nothing is permenanat. In case of love i think one should make effort to keep it alive. otherwise it dies with time.

  • 3. umair  |  October 8, 2009 at 12:09 pm

    good … so love do subsides ?

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