Wednesday, January 4, 2012

These words.

Its almost ten o'clock at night and both my guys are sleeping. I'm tired but I know the minute my head hits the pillow I will be wondering why I felt the need to jump into bed prematurely. I always do that, I blow my level of tiredness out of proportion and then I just lie there mentally beating myself up for getting into bed before I knew without a doubt I could even fall asleep. So here I sit, tired but not tired enough. And then I stumbled upon this and it shook every ounce of tiredness I had.

Do you ever hear a song and think the song was written for you. Well I don't. But sometimes I think I may have been the muse for some quotes floating around out there. And this quote is no exception. The minute I read it I was all hook, line and sinker.

I don't know why I just chose to use a fish reference here or even if I applied it correctly.
You know... when in Rome?

Anyway this quote is amazing. He took the words right out of my mouth, then thesaurused my words to make them more applicable, and used proper grammar, all the while sounding very Plato meets Sarah Mclachlan. Now I'm ruining it for you, just read the quote.

Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have 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 eternal passion. 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, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.”
Louis de Bernieres

Beautiful.


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