Gilbert K. Chesterton Quotes

Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.

Our nature lies in movement; complete calm is death.

In your hands The dog, the donkey, surely they know They are alive. Who would argue otherwise? But now, after years of consideration, I am getting beyond that. What about the sunflowers? What about The tulips, and the pines? Listen, all you have to do is start and There’ll be no stopping. What about mountains? What about water Slipping over rocks? And speaking of stones, what about The little ones you can Hold in your hands, their heartbeats So secret, so hidden it may take years Before, finally, you hear them?

There was an immeasurable distance between the quick and the dead: they did not seem to belong to the same species; and it was strange to think that but a little while before they had spoken and moved and eaten and laughed.

Think of the fierce energy concentrated in an acorn! You bury it in the ground, and it explodes into an oak! Bury a sheep, and nothing happens but decay.

Movement, change, light, growth, and decay are the life-blood of nature, the energies that I try to tap through my work.

There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.

Without death and decay, how could life go on?

Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes.

When there is in nature no fixed condition, how much less must there be in the life of a people, beings endowed with mobility and movement!

If a thing moves, it lives.

Everything that rises sets, and everything that grows, grows old.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

Life is a process. We are a process. The universe is a process.

Our business is with life, not death.

Growth is the only evidence of life.

Earth is a flower and it's pollinating.

Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little.

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.

He not busy being born is busy dying.

To me, if life boils down to one thing, it's movement. To live is to keep moving.

A living thing is distinguished from a dead thing by the multiplicity of the changes at any moment taking place in it.

Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.

Life is just an ongoing process.