Gilbert K. Chesterton Quotes

Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself.

I do not regard it as wrong to take my life, because I simply change my place of residence and go where my wife and baby are.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply With our own hands his office on ourselves; Why stand we longer shivering under fears, That show no end but death, and have the power, Of many ways to die the shortest choosing, Destruction with destruction to destroy.

Amid the sufferings of life on earth, suicide is God's best gift to man.

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.

Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.

There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.

That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.

I don't know if my work is a concerted effort to make kids sad! But life and death go hand in hand. It's our condition as human beings.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

A lot of people want to die for a lot of reasons.

When one does away with oneself one does the most estimable thing possible: one thereby almost deserves to live.

From my personal point of view, the Animals are dead. They killed themselves.

Widow. The word consumes itself.

When I did 'Bumble-ardy,' I was so intensely aware of death. Eugene, my friend and partner, was dying here in the house when I did 'Bumble-ardy'. I did 'Bumble-ardy' to save myself. I did not want to die with him. I wanted to live, as any human being does.

There's nothing glorious in dying. Anyone can do it.

Death became a desired option. I hoped I would hit a mine or run into an ambush and just end it all. I think some part of me wanted to join the legions of the dead, whom I had failed.

There is something great and terrible about suicide.

Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.

The difference between art about death and actual death is that one's a celebration and the other's a dull fact.

'Hamlet' is one of the most dangerous things ever set down on paper. All the big, unknowable questions like what it is to be a human being; the difference between sanity and insanity; the meaning of life and death; what's real and not real. All these subjects can literally drive you mad.

Although we will both die, and life is utterly meaningless, my time is vastly more important than yours.

To be, or not to be, that is the question.