Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like a volcano 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 inconcievable 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.
Peace
--eL
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Very well written.... makes a lot of sense.. :)
"Love has its beauty and its strain,its pleasure and its pain and with any piece missing,we are not the same."
Like they say - What's so romantic about growing old with someone? When does old begin? With first sachet of hair dye? Or when you start cutting down the sugar? For that matter, when does young end? You know it won't ever. Not when your eyes meet across a crowded room, and the magic is the same as the moment you met.
That, my love, is love.
Agreed :)
Yaaaaaawn .....Love ..hehehe:)
hmmmm
Love is a Concept which i dont understand ...
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itna nahi sochte bacche...you have to let go your emotions as well. the more you think, the more you will leave part of you in your past. cherish what you had, but its the present that you na baby..asa kay...ani this way you are achieving nothing but 1. hurt for yourself. 2. getting friends worried :) :P...
enjoy and look forward for your job, new place, new people. :).
@Svetlana:
Woops... arey this has got nothing to do with what I have gone thru in recent past... These have been my thoughts about 'love' since quite some time... :)
Everything in this world is beautiful in its own special ways... Be it love or nething else... you might find it beautiful today and dreadful tomorrow... So live in the moment and stay happy :)
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