Gilbert K. Chesterton Quotes

I write about moments, and I don't make blanket statements about anything because no one has all the answers; nobody's come up with a foolproof way to do anything when it comes to emotions.

Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.

Love is very complicated and it's never black and white, as I'm sure we all know in our lives.

Being actors we are dealing with the beauty and complexity of human confusion, no? And we are always trying to get answers.

The human heart is a dark forest.

In my perception, the world wasn't a graph or formula or an equation. It was a story.

Our lives are complex; our emotions are complex; our intellectual desires are complex. I believe that architecture … needs to mirror that complexity in every single space that we have, in every intimacy that we possess.

I did not succeed in everything I did. And even where it did seem I was succeeding it was not always the case. The human heart has a million facets.

Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire.

Not acknowledging that beauty is complex-that's the problem. I enjoy making it complex for people, because that's my world.

The world of literature is a world where there is no reality except that of the human imagination.

At the time I could no more believe my eyes than now I can trust my memory.

Painting is an illusion, a piece of magic, so what you see is not what you see. I don't know what a painting is; who knows what sets off even the desire to paint? It might be things, thoughts, a memory, sensations, which have nothing to do directly with painting itself. They can come from anything and anywhere.

This is not a just image, this is just an image.

A thing is not what you say it is or what you photograph it to be or what you paint it to be or what you sculpt it to be. Words, photographs, paintings, and sculptures are symbols of what you see, think, and feel things to be, but they are not the things themselves.

I have remarked very clearly that I am often of one opinion when I am lying down and of another when I am standing up.

Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say all kinds of things can be proved. I don't believe them. The only thing for certain is how complicated it all is, like string full of knots. It's all there but hard to find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. The best you can do is admire the cat's cradle, and maybe knot it up a bit more.

I don't really remember the day when I stood behind my camera with Henry Kissinger on the other side. I am sure he doesn't remember it either. But this photograph is here now to prove that no amount of kindness on my part could make this photograph mean exactly what he.. or even I.. wanted it to mean. It's a reminder of the wonder and terror that is a photograph.

One does not photograph something simply for 'what it is', but 'for what else it is.

What you see is not what we see. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.

Everyone has experienced laughing at a funeral, and not even inappropriately. It could be a response to a moment of absurdity or some fond memory. We're human beings so we understand that laughter and crying aren't always disparate emotions.

No matter what terror the earth could produce - winds, seas - a person could produce the same, lived with the same, lived with all that mixed-up nature swirling inside, every bit. There was nothing as complex in the world - no flower or stone - as a single hello from a human being.

Love is purely a creation of the human imagination, it is merely perhaps the most important of all the examples of how the imagination continually outruns the creature it inhabits.

People forget that it is the eye which makes the horizon, and the rounding mind's eye which makes this or that man a type or representative of humanity with the name of hero or saint.

Sometimes I think nothing is simple but the feeling of pain.