“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 Coelho, The Witch Of Portobello
Compare what each author(Marghanita Laski and Eric McCormack) have to say about love?
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How do we find the courage to be true to ourselves – even if we are unsure of who we are?