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.
I spent a lot of my life looking for happiness.
Now what I want is joy.
Joy is like sex - it begins and ends.
I want pleasure. I want to be contented.
But happiness? I no longer fall into that trap.
The Witch of Portobello
Paulo Coelho
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.
I spent a lot of my life looking for happiness.
Now what I want is joy.
Joy is like sex - it begins and ends.
I want pleasure. I want to be contented.
But happiness? I no longer fall into that trap.
The Witch of Portobello
Paulo Coelho
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