She was a fool and he knew it and because he loved her it had made no difference.

And you'll always love me won't you?
Yes
And the rain won't make any difference?
No

Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.'

You'll always be like this to me.'

Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.

"Just supposing," he said, "just supposing" — he didn't know what was coming next, so he thought he'd just sit back and listen — "that there was some extraordinary way in which you were very important to me, and that, though you didn't know it, I was very important to you, but it all went for nothing because we only had five miles and I was a stupid idiot at knowing how to say something very important to someone I've only just met and not crash into lorries a the same time, what would you say..." He paused, helplessly, and looked at her.

"I should do."

"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."

In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.

You're going to die one day and none of this is going to matter.

She gives him what he can only call a sweet smile. 'So you are determined to go on being bad. Mad, bad, and dangerous to know. I promise, no one will ask you to change.

The mark of Friendship is not that help will be given when the pinch comes (of course it will) but that, having been given, it makes no difference at all.

"Oh no," she said, still smiling; her eyes poured over with light, that of compassion. She understood how he felt, that this was not an impulse only. But the answer was still no, and, he knew, it would always

It doesn't matter what you do because it's going to happen anyway.

Who you think you are will always
be frightened of change. But it
doesn’t make any difference to
who you truly are.

It doesn't matter what it is.What matters is what it will become.

You got a God. Don't make no difference if you don' know what he looks like.