Love Quote by James Broughton

Broughton’s line reads like a manifesto smuggled into a love note: not “love is nice,” but love is operational, even compulsory. The key move is “absolute necessity” paired with the almost bodily verbs “invade” and “pervade.” Love isn’t framed as a feeling you curate; it’s a force that breaches your defenses and rewires your habits. For a director-poet who came of age amid war, postwar conformity, and then the cultural liberation of the Bay Area, that diction makes sense: the enemy isn’t heartbreak, it’s the armored self.

“Miracle” here isn’t religious pageantry. It’s the alchemical shift where inner permission becomes external consequence. Broughton implies a feedback loop: change your interior climate, and the world’s possibilities reorganize around it. That’s a risky claim in any era, and he softens it with a wry, disarming final nudge: “Try it.” Not “believe,” not “commit,” but a pragmatic dare, like an artist inviting the audience to step into the frame and see if the image changes.

The subtext is quietly radical: letting love “invade” means surrendering control, social scripts, and the safety of irony. It also carries the faint pressure of exhortation - love as discipline, not just spontaneity. Coming from a filmmaker associated with experimental, queer-adjacent, countercultural currents, the line doubles as permission and provocation: if the world feels unreal or deadened, the miracle isn’t elsewhere. It’s what happens when you stop rationing tenderness.