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I think Eisenhower said :

"If you ever walk into hell, don't stop."

Winners never quit and quitters never win.

Money can’t buy you happiness, but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery.

I don't need sex. Life fucks me enough as it is.

Copying from a single source is called plagiarism, copying from multiple source is called research.

I'm a lesbian trapped inside a man's body

If you ain't cheating you ain't trying

Sean: Do you have a soul mate?
Will: Define that.
Sean: Someone you can relate to, someone who opens things up for you.
Will: Sure, I got plenty.
Sean: Well, name them.
Will: Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Frost, O'Conner...
Sean: Well that's great. They're all dead.
Will: Not to me, they're not.
Sean: You can't have a lot of dialogue with them.
Will: Not without a heater and some serious smelling salts.

Will: Beethoven, okay. He looked at a piano, and it just made sense to him. He could just play.
Skylar: So what are you saying? You play the piano?
Will: No, not a lick. I mean, I look at a piano, I see a bunch of keys, three pedals, and a box of wood. But Beethoven, Mozart, they saw it, they could just play. I couldn't paint you a picture, I probably can't hit the ball out of Fenway, and I can't play the piano.
Skylar: But you can do my o-chem paper in under an hour.
Will: Right. Well, I mean when it came to stuff like that... I could always just play.

Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?
Will: No.
Sean: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.
Will: Why thank you.
Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.
Will: Nope.
Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd 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 orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about 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. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling 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 it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my Farking life apart. You're an orphan right?
[Will nods]
Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

"He who joyfully marches to music rank and file, has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be a part of so base an action. It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder."

It hurts to find out that what you wanted doesn't match what you dreamed it would be.

Sorry for the long quotes guys,but these had quite the impact on me.

Homer Wells: I've never actually seen a lobster.
Candy Kendall: Are you serious?
Homer Wells: I've never seen the ocean either.
Wally Worthington: You've never seen the ocean? That's not funny, that's serious.

Homer Wells: I'm not a doctor; I haven't been to medical school, I haven't even been to high school...

Nurse Angela: [looking at an X-Ray] Do you know what this is?
Homer Wells: Oh, that's my heart.
Nurse Angela: No, actually, it's Fuzzy's. There's nothing wrong with your heart.
Nurse Edna: Dr. Larch wanted to keep you out of the war. That's why he told you it was yours.
Nurse Angela: He was worried about his own heart. He said it would never stand up to Homer Wells going off to war.

Homer: I've looked at so many women. I've seen everything, and felt nothing. But when I look at you, it hurts.

Will: Does this violate the doctor-patient relationship?
Sean: Not unless you grab my ass.

To Grimjaw: "Good Will Hunting"? Mix in some "Cider House Rules" and you've almost got my philosophy of life right there.

Now please don't tell me that it's not my fault.

"If you'd not be forgotten as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing."

- Poor Richard's Almanack, May 1738

My candle will be snuffed out; I will not be remembered.
It is my hope only to see the dawning sun as it arises and to shout as I hear the mountains clap their hands.

My son? Train your children well.
Sing the unheard song.
Let not our pain be in vain.

Deep calls to deep at the font of Thy waterbrooks; all Thy waves and Thy billows have gone over me.
Yet the LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me.
While they say daily unto me, "Where is thy God?"
My tears have been my meat both day and night.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me?
Hope thou in God.

When you start not to think on things you aren't supposed to think; that's the time you'll have less problems.

Life is like this dark tunnel. You don't always see the light at the end But if you keep going, it will bring you to a better place.

Some friendships are too strong that it transcend to another life time.

we never fail, because we.. never.. TRY!