L'amour est partout

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrival gates 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.

The Prime Minister (Hugh Grant) dans Love Actually de Richard Curtis, 2003.