You know what occurred to me? You're just a kid. You donґt have the faintest idea what you're talking about. You've never been out of Boston. So if I asked you about art, youґd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you canґt tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling.

If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid... a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.


I ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right ?
- "Once more into the breach, dear friends."
But youґve never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help.

If I asked you about love, youґd probably quote me a sonnet, but youґve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what itґs like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever.

You donґt know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love|something more than you love yourself.

Sean Maguire, Good Will Hunting