"When you fall in love, it 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".
Our wedding day and one of our readings from Captain Corelli's Mandolin.