If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that are missing. If you don't have love in your life, no matter what else there is, it's not enough.
Family's first, and that's what matters most. We realize that our love goes deeper than the tennis game.
The chance to love and be loved exists no matter who or where you are.
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
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.
Race, blood, lineage, and nationality don't matter; they're just the way that small minds keep score. All that matters about blood is that it's warm and that it beats through a loving heart.
Love is just such a crucial, wonderful thing, and if you are lucky enough to find somebody who genuinely loves you, grab that person and hold on to that person, and nothing else matters.
I don't care what color the parents are. I don't care if it's a giraffe and a fish living together. If they're raising children who believe they're honored and loved, that's all that's important.
We can do no great things-only small things with great love.
Family matters, friends matter, love matters. Those you love and who love you matter. That's what writing does - it allows you to say all those things.
It ain't about who ya love, it's all about do ya love.
You'll make mistakes and struggle like everyone, but when you are with the right person, you'll almost perfect joy, like you are the luckiest person who ever lived. And that means you'll love and be loved...and in the end, nothing else really matters.
The length of one's days matters less than the love of one's family and friends.
People who love each other fully and truly are the happiest people in the world. They may have little, they may have nothing, but they are happy people. Everything depends on how we love one another.
If we lose touch with our heart's wisdom, then no method avails; if we love, then nothing else is necessary.
It's not the size of the house. It's how much love is inside.
It's funny, I often think about how, if we were all placed in an apocalyptic situation, you'd realize quickly how stupid, petty things just don't matter anymore. Who you love is who you love, and it doesn't matter.
Nothing else matters so much as long as you can come home and be with your family.
Fundamentally, we all want the same thing. We want to love. We want to be loved, and we want to matter.
Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand, and what you've been up there searching for forever, is in your hands. When you figure out love is all that matters after all it sure makes everything else seem so small.
I don’t understand the hatred and fear of gays and bisexuals and lesbians… it’s a concept I honestly cannot grasp. To me, it’s not who you love… a man, a woman, what have you… it’s the fact that you love. That is all that truly matters.
It is not the magnitude of our actions, but the amount of love that is put into them that matters.
The only thing I care about is my family.
On the gay issue, hey, you know what, if people love each other, Jesus, I mean come on.
Only love matters in the bits and pieces of a person's life.
