Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like volcanoes, then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decission. 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 itself; is what is left over when being "in love" has burnt away. And this is both art, and a fortunate accident. ~Louis De Bernieres~.... Anyway, this is not my quote, but I thought it was so accurate, and worthy of a post, I just wanted to share it.