Gilbert K. Chesterton Quotes

I really believe that 'Saw' makes us stop and think and question our motives and what we're doing here on Earth.

The life of man is of no greater importance to the universe than that of an oyster.

I'm interested in characters who should know better, who know they should give up, move on, accept life as it is, with all its constraints - life, death, time - but don't.

Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?

I find life so shocking in general. Everything about it surprises me.

We kid ourselves that we're trying to be empathetic with the human condition from a distance, but I don't think that is it at all. It's stupid; it's a waste of time. But when the earth flexes its muscles, that's rather different. That's a powerful reminder of where we are.

The significance of man is that he is insignificant and is aware of it.

Look how men live, always precariously balanced between good and bad fortune.

Isn't all mankind ultimately executed for a crime it never committed?

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and - in spite of True Romance magazines - we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.

Death is a scandal. The machine is functioning, we are all hostages

We are nothing but a string of gut on a stick of bone riding this piece of astral soot for one piteous splinter of eternity.

God help us! it is a foolish little thing, this human life, at the best; and it is half ridiculous and half pitiful to see what importance we ascribe to it, and to its little ornaments and distinctions.

The fascinating thing about human beings is that they don't last, and everything eventuates, and everything is very, very brief. And even if you do manage to look reasonably well as you age, unfortunately you are attacked at every level by illness and so forth. It's a fact of life.

There came to him an image of man’s whole life upon the earth. It seemed to him that all man’s life was like a tiny spurt of flame that blazed out briefly in an illimitable and terrifying darkness, and that all man’s grandeur, tragic dignity, his heroic glory, came from the brevity and smallness of this flame. He knew his life was little and would be extinguished, and that only darkness was immense and everlasting. And he knew that he would die with defiance on his lips, and that the shout of his denial would ring with the last pulsing of his heart into the maw of all-engulfing night.

I think humans have always been desperate. I think it has always been about doing something awful if it might help, when the only other option is death. Maybe that's what being a parent is supposed to feel like.

Look what a little vain dust we are!

Humans - whatever billions we are - we don't have the control. We are considered expendable, basically.

Everything passes away-suffering,pain, blood, hunger,pestilence. The sword will pass away too, but the stars will remain when the shadows of our presence and our deeds have vanished from the Earth. There is no man who does not know that. Why, then, will we not turn our eyes toward the stars? Why?

I didn't just see myself as a film director here [in Life And Nothing More], but also as an observer of people who had been condemned to death.

Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we're nothing.