April 19, 2007

  • Love

    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.
    - Captain Corelli's Mandolin

Comments (6)

  • ...a different outlook I guess. There is some truth in that. The last quote rings true for some reason. I guess an old bastard like me ought to know by now, but to be honest, I doubt any man alive can truly say we understand women. Have a good one.

  • haha yeah my name is patrick and im broke too its all going to car insurance lol

  • Hey, I randomly came across one f your vblogs...if you don't mind me asking, are you from the GR area, because there was a guy that commented from here, GR I mean. Anyway, cute videos.
    -Liv

  • that is such a great way of explaining love I might have to steal it from you if  you are ok with that?

  • this is a good thought.  it is what love is supposed to be I think.  we have so many ways of thinking of "love" that it is hard to get to the real definition of it.  This one comes pretty close.

    Tim

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