Captain Corelli's Mandolin
by
Louis de
Bernieres
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.
Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each
other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their
branches,
they find that they are one tree and not two. |
