What else could I like about her?
I don't know.
How her eyes look right into yours.
How...she twirls her hair when she's reading.
How...her laugh...busts out like she can't help herself
and she stops being so perfect
for just a few moments.
She has at least five different voices.
How you could live in an ocean of her thoughts and...
feel like she knows,
like really knows...
If love isn't the effort you put in...then...what is it?
Gravity is matter's response to loneliness.
My mom loved this song.
She said every song, movie, story...
has a best part.
Was that it?
Are you asking or saying?
That was it.
Have you ever loved someone so much...
you don't want anything about her...
to change?
Love isn't patient and kind and humble.
Love is...
Love is...
Love is messy.
And horrible and selfish and...
bold.
It's not finding your perfect half.
It's...
the trying...
and...
reaching and...
failing.
Love is...
being willing to ruin
your good painting...
for the chance at a great one.
Is this really the boldest stroke
can you make?
For what it's worth...
it's not like the thought
never crossed my mind.
You know...
if things were different.
Or I was different.
I'm like a lot of people.
Which makes me kind of no one.
The good thing about being different
is that no one expects you
to be like them.
Doesn't everyone
think they're different, but...
pretty much we're all different
in the same way?
"I've been thinking about what you said
about seeing and not seeing."
"I had a painting teacher
once tell me that
the difference between a good painting
and a great painting...
is typically five strokes.
And they're usually
the five boldest strokes in the painting.
The question, of course...
is which five strokes?"
"I get it. After one's slaved away
at making a pretty good painting,
the last thing you'd want to do
is make a bold stroke and potentially..."
"Ruin everything.
"Everything beautiful
is ruined eventually.
Maybe that's the thing.
If you do ruin your painting...
you gotta know
you have everything in you
to get to that
pretty good painting again."
"But if you never
do the bold stroke..."
"You'll never know
if you could've had a great painting."
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