Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. subsides have to make a decision. 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.
- - Captain Corelli's Mandolin6. "Love is the beauty of the soul."
- "My night has become a sunny dawn because of you."
- "Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life."
- "I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach..."
- "She walks in Beauty, like the night
- Of cloudness climes and starry skies,
- And all that's best of dark and bright
- Meet in her aspect and her eyes..."'
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