Louis de Bernieres
"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 undergroundand, when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches, we found that we were one tree and not two. But, sometimes, the petals fall away and the roots have not entwined. Imagine giving up your home and your people, only to discover after six months, a year, three years, that the trees have had no roots and have fallen over. Imagine the desolation. Imagine the imprisonment."
Louis de Bernieres, Captain Corelli's Mandolin