May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him.
Paulo CoelhoAfter all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.
Paulo CoelhoBecause there is a force that wants you to realize your Personal Legend; it whets your appetite with a taste of success
Paulo Coelho