on the art of breakfast and love

i was in and out of sleep during this movie today.
as i was drifting back into nowhere-land, paul varjak spoke these words to holly as he got out of the taxi into the pouring rain.

you know what's wrong with you miss whoever-you-are? you're chicken, you've got no guts. you're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness."

whoa.
it stopped me dead in my mental reverie and slapped me in the face.
i can relate.


i needed this.