When you love someone, you work it out. You don’t just throw it away. You have to be careful with it, you might never get it again.
We blind ourselves to the truth, because we are weak, because we hope. But there is no hope for love. Love ends in betrayal.
Once upon a time, a man and woman fell in love. But such things cannot last. For the heart is a treacherous thing. And love, love is nothing more than a fairy tale.
We are here to connect. Life is about people. Advertising is about illuminating how our products and services will improve people’s lives. Now, how do we do that? Love. Time. Death. Now these three abstractions connect every single human being on Earth. Everything that we covet, everything that we fear not having, everything that we ultimately end up buying is because at the end of the day we long for love, we wish we had more time, and we fear death.
The ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them… in here.[putting his hand to Harry’s heart]
Without hope or agenda – Just because it’s Christmas – And at Christmas you tell the truth – To me, you are perfect – And my wasted heart will love you.
The things we do for a love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you, and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all.