Gilbert K. Chesterton Quotes

We were born in a dark age out of due time (for us). But there is this comfort: otherwise we should not know, or so much love, what we do love. I imagine the fish out of water is the only fish to have an inkling of water.

You get people who come to London, sever links with where they come from, and then when they need people, there's nobody there. To feel like you can't go back home would be a horribly sad place to be, as is mistaking fame for genuine love and affection.

The absurd is essentially a divorce. It lies in neither of the elements compared; it is born of their confrontation.

Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had a name: The world was made of air, which waited. I knew rooms full of ashes, Tunnels where the moon lived, Rough warehouses that growled 'get lost', Questions that insisted in the sand. Everything was empty, dead, mute, Fallen abandoned, and decayed: Inconceivably alien, it all Belonged to someone else - to no one: Till your beauty and your poverty Filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.

Life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while

I know what it's like to be day and night now; always together, forever apart.

I am too far away from what I love and my distance is without remedy.

The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.

Nobody loves the light like the blind man.

If you don't get a goodnight kiss, you get Kafka dreams.

The individualists stare into each other's eyes and yet deny the existence of each other.

Vaguely at first, then more distinctly, I realized that man is an eternal stranger on this planet.

When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.

No," said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.

What is the meaning of life? It is too great a phenomenon to fit into any meaning.

Love is the only thing that pays for birth, Or makes death welcome. Oh, dear God above This beautiful but sad, perplexing earth, Pity the hearts that know--or know not--Love!

I was always in places where I was widely accepted, approved and loved and I was finally in a place where people did not approve of me, did not accept me and did not love me. It was killing me.

I love three things," I then say. "I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth." "And which do you love best?" "The dream.

Sometimes my whole life seems like a dream; occasionally I think that someone else has lived it for me. The events and the sensations, the stories and the things that make me what I am in the eyes of other people, the list of facts that make my life ... They could be mine, they might be yours.

There is no doubt; even a rejection can be the shadow of a caress”.

I do not have any home. So why should I be homesick?

The human comedy does not attract me enough. I am not entirely of this world. I am from elsewhere, and it is worth finding this elsewhere beyond the walls...but where is it?

I barely belong to this world, but still I'm participating.

The first thing I remember about the world and I pray that it may be the last is that I was a stranger in it. This feeling, which everyone has in some degree, and which is, at once, the glory and desolation of homo sapiens , provides the only thread of consistency that I can detect in my life.