This has been and more strongly so now, an ultimate question of my life! (call me however you like. I admit I'm a hopeless lover who's bad at it).Let's see what's the definition of LOVE. 1 describes feelings, almost dreamy idealism. 2 describes the science, more physical.
love (lŭv) n.
1. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
2. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.
And this site from Australian program was one of the best readings I had this year. (just shows how much I read)
http://www.abc.net.au/catalyst/stories/s1210487.htm
So when the good old trusty instinct, the cusmic energy and all the good advice from the people who actually cares, fails, these scientific explanation is a comforting rationalization to what the drama is all about.
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From Captain Corelli's Mandolin, by Louis de Bernieres (and sadly turned into a rubbish film starring Nicolas Cage):
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.
wow that's the best description of love & marriage since the bees and the flowers theory.
It's a really good book - set during the German occupation of Cephalonia in Greece during WWII. Will get you a copy for your trip.
Love is something you feel from only special people and special things.
My mother told me her first real love was her 1st born, cause his love was pure and constant from the moment he was born.
I have known love. There have been many times when I mistaken obsession with love, but I think that was because I wanted love so bad.
Now I have been around the block, and I have, let's say, matured, and I have found love outside my family, and let me tell you, when you find it, it is pretty intense and never dies.
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