« You speak the truth, Tristan. I feel like you that the spell has just ended. Our love remains, as you say, stronger than ever, but it has ceased to be a magical constraint, a force external to us, invincible and fatal. We are going to love each other now like other men and women since the world began; here we are brought back to the common condition of all mortals. We will henceforth be subject to the whims of chance, to the fluctuations of our desires, to all contrary movements, to all the repentances of our own wills. From there it comes that at this hour, without ceasing to love each other, we are at the point of conceiving the project of separating. » (Tristan and Iseut)