Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not paricularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there-fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers,as fas as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge-they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspcion...love actually is all around.
Love Actually, Richard Curtis