A Quote by John Lennon

Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end. — © John Lennon
Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.
Everything will be okay in the end. If it`s not okay, than there is always beer
Maggie squeezes my hand. It’s a silent message that everything will be okay. Somehow I believe her. In the end everything will be okay. But hurdles have to be jumped through first.
The biggest lesson I’ve learned is, “It’s okay.” It’s okay for me to be kind to myself. It’s okay to be wrong. It’s okay to get mad. It’s ok to be flawed. It’s okay to be happy. It’s okay to move on.
If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.
In the end everything will be okay. But hurdles have to be jumped through first.
Now that's an Okay that really means Okay, not that Okay that women use that means everything but Okay.
Are you okay?" I (Cassie) call up to him. "Um. Define okay." (Ben) "Okay means you're not bleeding to death." "I'm okay.
I've accepted now that it's okay not to be okay. It is okay to be upset, and it is okay to need to talk to someone.
Im okay Im okay now. But you really need to listen to me 'cause im telling you the truth I mean this im okay Trust me... Im not okay ...Well okay im not okay. Im not o-f cking-kay
We know that Europe loves President Obama. He had adoring crowds. The press loves Obama. The question is how will this date end? Okay? The question is, to what end? Why do they love President Obama? They love his personal story, they love his wife. North Korea, China and Russia don't really care about Michelle's arms and, you know, whether they gave an iPod to the Queen, okay?
It's okay for you to have relationships, but it's not okay to talk about them. It's not okay to be out or to be public about it. It's not okay to be photographed with your partner.
I love you present tense,” I whispered, and then put my hand on the middle of his chest and said, “It’s okay, Gus. It’s okay. It is. It’s okay, you hear me?” I had—and have—absolutely no confidence that he could hear me. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Okay,” I said. “Okay.
I foolishly thought that if I just 'made it' then everything would be okay. And everything wasn't okay.
One of the problems with episodic television of any color is that everything has got to be okay at the end of the episode so it can start again next week.
My interviewing style and my approach to things is that, yes, it's okay to be sincere; it's okay to be yourself; it's okay to be real.
It's okay,' you know? It's okay to be you. It's okay to just not be okay. It's okay to not be okay.
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