"And another thing. Love is a temporary madness. When it ends you have to work out whether your roots have so joined together that is unimaginable that you should ever separate. Because that is what love is. Love isn't breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he/she is kissing every part of your body. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away." - Louis De Berniéres