Gilbert K. Chesterton Quotes

The question any novel is really trying to answer is, Is life worth living?

Existence is not a mystery unless you think it has a meaning.

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

That life is worth living is the most necessary of assumptions, and were it not assumed, the most impossible of conclusions.

But,' I reminded myself, 'it's common knowledge that life isn't worth living, anyhow.

I see many people die because they judge that life is not worth living. I see others paradoxically getting killed for the ideas or illusions that give them a reason for living (what is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying). I therefore conclude that the meaning of life is the most urgent of questions.

Is there life before death? - that is the question!

If I just got up in the morning and had no place to go and was retired or something, I would be sitting there and be thinking, "Gee, what is the purpose of life? Why are we all finite? Why do we get old and die? Is there nothing out there? Why is it so tragic? Why do our loved ones perish? Why do we generate?" Who wants to think about that stuff?

The man who regards his own life and that of his fellow-creatures as meaningless is not merely unfortunate but almost disqualified for life.

Life is worth celebrating and worth living even though we're all headed to the same hole at the end of the day.

I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it?

-Why does a man live? -In order to think about it.

If life has no meaning, why don't we create a meaning for it?

Do you think that people ever really do believe they will die, that the world will just go along as always without them? I wonder if we aren't all a little surprised at the moment of crossover, if we don't look back over our shoulders saying, Now hold on.

Life is a game, play it... Life is too precious, do not destroy it.

The meaning of life is contained in every single expression of life.

You cannot judge the value of a life by its length.

Is this the destiny of man? Is he only happy before he has acquired his reason or after he has lost it?

I think love is the core emotion. Without that, and I've certainly existed without that, it's a very empty life.

It is only life and love that give love and life.

If you have a little inteligence, sooner or later the question is bound to arise: What is the point of it all? Why? It is impossible to avoid the question for long. And if you are very intelligent, it is always there, persistently there, hammering on your heart for the answer: Give me the answer! - Why?

I wonder if I'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.

There is purpose and worth to each and every life.

Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted? And If I am compelled to take part in it, where is the director? I want to see him.