Seems to me that love is everywhere. Often is 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 plane 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. 


在我看来爱似乎无处不在。时常并不特别高贵，不值得一提，但爱永远存在。父子，母女，夫妻，男朋友，女朋友，老朋友，当飞机撞上世贸大楼时，乘客打出的电话，都不是仇恨或报复，而是爱的信息。如果你仔细找找，你会发现，爱 无处不在。