— Dietrich Von Hildebrand
"As soon as a man experiences true, real love – the blissful adventure that every love is – we find that he breaks through the network of self-centeredness, that he is widened, and that he pierces through his own pettiness. Suddenly the lover ceases to be dominated by conventions and conventional values; he is freed from the fetters of what one does; he no longer lives as a one but as a real person."
"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."
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-St. Augustine (via justbesplendid)
I want to pretend this is St. Augustine, but I’m pretty sure this quote should be attributed to
Captain Corelli’s Mandolin.