Love is a temporary madness.. (St Augustine quote?)

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I’ve found the below quote attributed to St Augustine on some websites. A few of the websites noted that the quote does not sound Augustinian and they haven’t been able to find which of his works it came from. I’ve tried searching the Christian Classics Ethereal Library (ccel.org/ccel/augustine?show=worksBy) to no avail. Does anyone know which of his works this quote comes from or whether it has been misattributed?

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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 blossom have fallen from their branches,
they find that they are one tree and not two.*
 
firebrightburn said:
I’ve found the below quote attributed to St Augustine on some websites. A few of the websites noted that the quote does not sound Augustinian and they haven’t been able to find which of his works it came from. I’ve tried searching the Christian Classics Ethereal Library (ccel.org/ccel/augustine?show=worksBy) to no avail. Does anyone know which of his works this quote comes from or whether it has been misattributed?

Thanks!
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 blossom have fallen from their branches,
they find that they are one tree and not two.*
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I rather doubt it is from St Augustine, He would have more likely used the word lust in the first sentence.
Peace, Carlan
 
It’s from Captain Corelli’s Mandolin by Louis de Bernières
 
According to Freud and many other psychologists, being “in love” is a psychotic state. This does not apply to LOVE in general.
 
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