My darling," she said at last, are you sure you don't mind being a mouse for the rest of your life?"
"I don't mind at all" I said.
It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like as long as somebody loves you.
… Any fool can love somebody who's perfect, somebody who does everything right. But that doesn't stretch your soul. Your soul only gets stretched when you can still love somebody after they've hurt you.
It's okay to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth loving.
The trick is that as long as you know who you are and what makes you happy, it doesn't matter how others see you.
It doesn't matter who you love, it's that you love. Who cares if men marry men or women marry women? In San Francisco you don't care, and I applaud that. And I applaud Mayor Newsom for being so brave.
It doesn't matter what people thinks of you as long as you know that your heart and head are in the right place.
It doesn't matter what you do… so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.
Faith means that it doesn't matter what happens. You can trust that somebody is watching. Trust that somebody will make it all right.
No matter what you look like, there's somebody who's gonna think you're the handsomest man in the world.
Live all you can — it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that, what have you had?