Monday, October 26, 2009

“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.”

-St. Augustine


Trina said...

Oh my word. I LOVE this! That last line is definitely something I need to write down, give to hubby, tattoo it on my arm, lol You get my drift.

Thank you for sharing that.

mollyandmarshal said...

Hey Lady! I got that hat at Anthropologie - LOVE that place!! Hope you're doing well!

Suzann @ The Olive Cottage said...

wonderful and perfect - thanks.