Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. When it subsides, you have to make a decision, you have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together it is inconceivable that you 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 could do. Love itself is what is leftover when being in love has burned away. Those that truly love have roots that have grown towards each other underground. And when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from the leave they find that they are one tree, not two.
Found through my healthy obsession with Still Motion wedding videos, this quote was spoken by a man at his wedding. Such an interesting way to view love versus being in love. Watch it here: http://stillmotionblog.com/2011/10/25/a-red-epic-wedding-janet-josh-the-south-of-france-2/