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.
-- From Captain Corelli's Mandolin
(with thanks to my aunt, Leila Campos)
3 comments:
That's so true C!!
It's how you live your life with that person through the high
ways and the valleys..
Faith,perseverance,Trust, courage and ability to stand with each other against all odds against not just the world but also against each other..
It about the connect you share even when u feel disconnected..
Then even if u r in a minefield of million possibilities of being away..you remain together.. :)
That's so true C!!
It's how you live your life with that person through the high
ways and the valleys..
Faith,perseverance,Trust, courage and ability to stand with each other against all odds against not just the world but also against each other..
It about the connect you share even when u feel disconnected..
Then even if u r in a minefield of million possibilities of being away..you remain together.. :)
@ Me - So nice to 'see' you again. And what you wrote here is wonderful - please blog on this topic! You've gone awfully quiet on your blog. All well? Lotsa love....
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