It's rare to see your weakness and be willing to comfort you. That's why Will hugs him and weeps in front of him.

Kiel 2022-04-23 07:01:01

In this life, I can meet someone to share my weakness and
I . I am really happy for the other person even if I know that he will be farther and farther away from me. Even if the distance is far away, if I understand, I like her enough. I like her enough. I like her because I love you. I like her. The way Xiaowei wears pants and shoes under the grass at night makes me moved. I like it so much that I don't care on the surface. I'm cowardly and unwilling to express my fear. People who are good at hiding can understand your pain. It's not his fault that there is a man who is understood. It's not his fault that


he went looking for a girl. I think it's because of this. He let go of it. He has to be brave. Hello, hello, I will be very happy, really happy. I live here, moving bricks, sweating, and a bunch of friends. It’s rare to have you willing to take care of you.


Life is so interesting. The

professor studied mathematics since he was a child, but he found himself insignificant. The psychological gap is too hard The kind of bitterness that can't be expressed or even ashamed to express


is how interesting life is

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Good Will Hunting quotes

  • Lambeau: You're angry at me for doing what you could have done; but ask yourself, Sean. Ask yourself if you want Will to feel that way, if you want him to feel like a failure.

    Sean: Oh, you arrogant shit! That's why I don't come to the goddamned reunions, 'cause I can't stand that look in your eye. Ya know, that condescending, embarrassed look. You think I'm a failure. I know who I am, and I'm proud of what I do. I was a conscientious choice, I didn't fuck up! And you and your cronies think I'm some sort of pity case. You and your kiss-ass chorus following you around going, "The Fields Medal! The Fields Medal!" Why are you still so fuckin' afraid of failure?

  • Chuckie: [in a bar] I didn't get on Cathy last night.

    Will: No?

    Chuckie: Nah.

    Will: Why not?

    Chuckie: I don't know.

    [yells across room]

    Chuckie: Cathy!

    Cathy: What?

    Chuckie: Why didn't you give me none of that nasty little hoochie-woochie you usually throw at me?

    Cathy: Oh, fuck you and your Irish curse, Chuckie. Like I'd waste my energy spreading my legs for that Tootsie Roll dick? So go home and give it a tug yourself.