Quotes About Acceptance

I think, no matter who you are, at some point in your life you've probably said, 'OK, well, who am I, and where do I fit in?'

So the point is, I don't have a right to tell anybody what's right or wrong about their lives. Who am I to tell you at any given moment of the day what would be right for you?

I don't have a problem with Hulk Hogan. People say things and do things, and who am I to judge?

Who am I to pass judgment? Judgment has been passed on me, but I adhere to, 'Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.'

When you start to find balance, then you start to ask more important questions, like, 'Who am I really?' That's when you start seeing that every single person around you is a human being just doing the best that they can.

When I first came to college, it was a time that I was trying to figure out, 'Who am I? What makes me special?' and I started to find most of my value in the fact that I was thin.

I went through it in high school. It's like, 'Who am I? Am I good enough? Is my background good enough? I know I'm different, but do I have a voice?'

Every guy has his own style and his own way of sharing his feelings and love for a woman. Who am I to judge whether it's right or wrong?

There are times when I get a role that someone else didn't. And there are instances when someone came from nowhere and is new to the industry, beat me to a role. The director and producer know who they want to work with. Who am I to stop them from doing that?

Whatever happens, who cares.

I remember one time when all the nuns in my Catholic grade school got around in a semicircle, me and Mom in the middle, and they said, 'Mrs. Farley, the children at school are laughing at Christopher, not with him.' I thought, 'Who cares? As long as they're laughing.'

Most humor comes from truth. In the end, if I can laugh about it, who cares?

You know, I was a nerdy kid going through high school, and then I got to college and that all vanished. I mean, a lot of my good friends - when we were in high school, we would never have been able to hang out together because we were in such different cliques or whatever. Now, who cares?

But who cares? I can honestly look back and realize that everything happened for a reason. Everything that fell apart has fallen back into place beautifully and magically.

Who cares if a carrot has a slight bend? They're all the same when they end up on the plate.

I've always been an outsider everywhere I go - I don't fit in with the Swedish rap community or the American rap community. But who cares?

Who cares who comes out of the closet or not, so long as you're happy?

People need to know that they are not alone, that they have not been abandoned; but that there is One Who loves them for what they are, Who cares about them.

It's only the losers named 'Dave' that think having an unusual name is bad, and who cares what they think? They're named 'Dave.'

Who cares if your outfit is black and you're sporting a brown belt? Wear it, rock it, love it - and others will, too. Nothing beats a belt.

I look back at 'Saturday Night Live' and I think, some people didn't like me doing 'Weekend Update.' Who cares? A lot of people did. When you're reaching that many people, you're not going to have everybody like you.

As a comedian, I don't know if they're laughing because it's funny or if they're laughing at me because I'm not funny. And I'm thinking, 'Who cares? They're laughing.' If you go on stage, and they're laughing at you full-on for 60 minutes? You know, whatever puts them in the seats.

Of course, there will always be, you know, conservative classical people who will judge you, but you know, who cares about them?

I told a couple friends about it... I was like, 'Hey, might be trans, might want to look at doing hormone therapy, just letting you know'... and they were like, 'Yeah cool. Who cares? Like, whatever, awesome.'