Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. (Captain Corelli's Mandolin)
"When you fall in love, it's a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots 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's not the desire to mate every second of the day..."