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I am sick and tired of seeing all these teenagers acting all cynical about love, saying they don't believe in it, it doesn't exists, and blah blah bladdy BLAH. I highly fuckin' doubt you have suffered such terrible heartache that you have simply ceased to believe in it. In fact, if you have suffered from a broken heart, it should give you even more reason to believe that love exists because you yourself have experienced it, you fuckin idiot. If you had not loved, if it had not once existed, had success, than you wouldn't be in that pain now would you? Of course not. You wouldn't care if you lost that other person. And if you think it isn't worth it, why the hell not?? Why would you not want to experience something that seems to make everyone a poet, makes people so incredibly happy, something that makes you feel so ALIVE that it hurts like fucking hell when you lose it? I simply cannot bring myself to understand this.
"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 particularly 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 far 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 sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around."
--Prime Minister (Hugh Grant) in Love Actually