After all what is happiness? Love, they tell me.
But love does not bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it is a constant state of anxiety, a battle field; it is sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we are doing the right thing.
Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.
LOVE is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, It does not boast, It is not proud. It is not rude, It is not self-seeking, It is not easily angered, It keeps no record Of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. LOVE never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; Where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away
Corinthians 13:4-8 Amen