There's more?

Young Simba: Everything the light touches... But what about that shadowy place?
Mufasa: That's beyond our borders. You must never go there, Simba.
Young Simba: But I thought a king can do whatever he wants.
Mufasa: There's more to being a king than getting your way all the time.
Young Simba: There's more?

Rafiki: Asante sana Squash banana, Wiwi nugu Mi mi apana.
Simba: Come on, will you cut it out?
Rafiki: Can't cut it out. It will grow right back. Hehehe.
Simba: Creepy little monkey. Would you stop following me! Who are you?
Rafiki: The question is, who... are "you"?

Kovu: Why are we doing this? What's the point of this training?
Kiara: Training? This is just for fun!
Kovu: Fun?
Timon: Yeesh! You need to get out more. Fun! Yee-ha!

They were all messages about love..

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 sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around.

The handicapped, without the advantage of a great parking space!

I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true.
Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting."
What an extraordinary thought.
Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had.
I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should.
I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives.

It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true.
For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost.
But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night.
And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind.
The one that almost kills its victims.
It’s called unrequited love.
Of that I am an expert.
Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other.
But what about the rest of us?
What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone?
We are the victims of the one sided affair.
We are the cursed of the loved ones.
We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded.
The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space!
Heart pounding!
Throat thickening!
Absolutely can't swallow!
All the usual symptoms.