Love is a temporary madness, If erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.······太长了!
圣奥古斯丁说的,自己找找呗。
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.
--St. Augustine
对照的话,自己复制到百度翻译就行了!(网上很大一部分找不全,很多我手打的啊!)
爱情是一种暂时的疯狂。它像地震一样爆发,然后熄灭。