After 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 CoelhoLove transforms, Love heals. But sometimes it lays deadly traps and ends up destroying the person who decided to surrender himself completely.
Paulo Coelho