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I mean, so what if it's a little dangerous? A one-armed kid is comedy gold.
And what if I did run my ship aground; oh, still it was splendid to sail it!
What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?
So what if you fail? At least you'll know what not to do when you try again.
What if we all suddenly get carried away thinking - who will be left to act?
And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself?
What if I'm a princess on another planet? And no one on this planet knows it?
You know what, if Rick Rubin would produce another Geto Boys album I'd do it.
I'm never not nervous before going onstage. Like... what if I fall on my face?
What if every church in America had a ministry to stand against modern slavery?
What if God exists except it turns out he doesn't really like people very much?
Scary thought - what if I get to know myself and I'm someone I don't want to be?
What if someone comes?" I half-heartedly protest. "No one's coming here but you.
What if desire wasn't an urge to be tamed, but a beacon of truth to be followed?
What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?
What if I am wrong? Any rational investment plan has to start with that question.
What if you're practicing wrong? Then you get very good at doing something wrong.
So I had an operation. So what? If I die, I die. I'm more interested in my music.
What if the word of God was enough to inspire passionate worship among his people?
You might say what if I screw up? Then screw up big! Go for it! Do a big screw-up!
There is a particular danger with a war that God commands. What if God should lose?
What if it should be God's plan to people the world with better and finer material?
What if, instead of a parallel universe, there's a perpendicular universe? Discuss.
What if I travel so far away in my dreams that I can't get back in time to wake up?
So what if someone wrote your obituary... that doesn't mean you are obligated to die.
What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
So what if America loses its empire? We never should have had one in the first place.
What if a tree fell in the forest and no one knew it's biological name? Did it exist?
What about stocks? You got to buy them. What if they break? You have to buy the dips.
A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?
What if you have a genuine and captivating beauty that is marred only by your striving?
What if education wasn't first and foremost about what we know, but about what we love?
What if instead of focusing on what you don't have, you concentrate on what you've got?
What if you woke up this morning and had only the things you thanked God for yesterday?
On the gay issue, hey, you know what, if people love each other, Jesus, I mean come on.
I tell myself he's better than he makes himself out to be, but, Tessa, what if he isn't?
You know, what if everybody's wrong in life? And so you have to live your life yourself.
I think there is often a 'what if' proposition that gets me thinking about all my novels.
What if we could stop being different colors, different backgrounds, and just be in love?
Why is America the last best hope of Earth? What if it's Liechtenstein? Or, worse, Canada?
I have no regrets in life, and you know what? If I could, I'd go back and do it all again.
What if, every time I started to invent something, I asked, 'How would nature solve this?'
[On climate change:] What if it's all a hoax and we've created a better world for nothing?
" ... What if?" Through the alchemy of those two words, something new comes into the world.
What if others suffer shipwreck, yet none that sail with Jesus have ever been stranded yet.
What if everything you believe is wrong and you could still be loved and still be forgiven?
What if we actually demonstrated God's love for the world instead of just talking about it?
What if things happened to you—special, magic things—because you’d been preparing for them?
What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?