Inspirational Quotes by G.K. Chesterton

“Era a primeira vez que uma sepultura se abria na estrada da minha vida, e o rombo que ela formou na superfície lisa era extraordinário.”

“Ask no questions, and you’ll be told no lies.”

“Her father had to do with the victualling of passenger-ships. I think he was a species of purser.” “What is he now?” said I. “He’s an invalid now,” replied Herbert. “Living on —?” “On the first floor,” said Herbert. Which was not at all what I meant, for”

“On the stairs I encountered Wemmick, who was coming down, after an unsuccessful application of his knuckles to my door.”

“La incalificable verdad es que cuando amaba a Estella con amor de hombre, la amaba sólo y sencillamente por considerarla irresistible.”

“Much of my unassisted self, and more by the help of Biddy than of Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt, I struggled through the alphabet as if it had been a bramble-bush; getting considerably worried and scratched by every letter. After that I fell among those thieves, the nine figures, who seemed every evening to do something new to disguise themselves and baffle recognition. But, at last I began, in a purblind groping way, to read, write, and cipher, on the very smallest scale. One”

“It's all very true! It's a weakness to be so affectionate, but I can't help it.”

“te-am regăsit în fiecare rând pe care l-am citit, în fiecare priveliște pe care am admirat-o — pe râu, în pânzele corăbiilor, printre mlaștini, printre nori, în lumină, în întuneric, prin vânt, prin pădure, pe mare și pe stradă. Ești întruchiparea oricărui gând frumos pe care îl poate născoci mintea mea. Pietrele celor mai solide clădiri din Londra nu sunt mai adevărate și mai greu de dat la o parte cu mâinile decât prezența ta în sufletul meu și influența pe care o ai asupra mea, acum și întotdeauna.”

“Out of my thoughts!You are part of my existence,part of myself,you have been in every line I have ever read.”

“You are part of my existence, part of myself.”

“When he had put up his things for the night he took out his flute, and blew at it, until I almost thought he would gradually blow his whole being into the large hole at the top, and ooze away at the keys.”

“to prove to her. It is a fact which will be long remembered as remarkable down there, that she was never drowned, but died triumphantly in bed, at ninety”

“Quale esempio eccellente del potere dell'abito fu il piccolo Oliver Twist! Avvolto nella coperta che fino a quel momento era stata la sua sola protezione, sarebbe potuto essere tanto il figlio di un nobile, quanto il figlio di un accattone; anche l'estraneo più sicuro di sé avrebbe trovato difficile stabilire quale fosse il suo posto nella società. Ma, dopo che era stato infagottato nelle vecchie fasce di cotone, ingiallite a furia di essere adoperate, venne a essere in tal modo segnato, etichettato e destinato al proprio posto: un bambino a carico della parrocchia, un orfano dell'ospizio, l'umile servo mezzo morto di fame la cui sorte a questo mondo sarebbe stata quella di essere maltrattato e disprezzato da tutti, e mai compatito da nessuno.”

“like many fond parents, I have in my heart of hearts a favourite child. And his name is DAVID COPPERFIELD.”

“Signora Corney", rispose il messo parrocchiale, sorridendo come sorridono gli uomini consapevoli della loro sconfinata sapienza "l'elemosina ai vagabondi, se fatta oculatamente, dico oculatamente, signora, è la salvaguardia della parrocchia. Il grande principio dell'elemosina ai vagabondi è il seguente: dare ai poveri esattamente ciò di cui non hanno bisogno; dopodiché si stancano di mendicare.”

“I confine myself to throwing out the observation, that, at the hour and place I have indicated, may be found such ruined vestiges as yet “Remain, ”Of “A ”Fallen Tower, “WILKINS MICAWBER.”

“had been sitting with his face turned towards the fire: giving the palms of his hands a warm and a rub alternately. As the young woman spoke, he”

“I believe the power of observation in numbers of very young children to be quite wonderful for its closeness and accuracy. Indeed,”

“Who can tell how scenes of peace and quietude sink into the minds of pain-worn dwellers in close and noisy places, and carry their own freshness, deep into their jaded hearts! Men who have lived in crowded, pent-up streets, through lives of toil, and who have never wished for change; men, to whom custom has indeed been second nature, and who have come almost to love each brick and stone that formed the narrow boundaries of their daily walks; even they, with the hand of death upon them, have been known to yearn at last for one short glimpse of Nature’s face; and, carried far from the scenes of their old pains and pleasures, have seemed to pass at once into a new state of being. Crawling forth, from day to day, to some green sunny spot, they have had such memories wakened up within them by the sight of sky, and hill and plain, and glistening water, that a foretaste of heaven itself has soothed their quick decline, and they have sunk into their tombs, as peacefully as the sun whose setting they watched from their lonely chamber window but a few hours before, faded from their dim and feeble sight! The memories which peaceful country scenes call up, are not of this world, nor of its thoughts and hopes. Their gentle influence may teach us how to weave fresh garlands for the graves of those we loved: may purify our thoughts, and bear down before it old enmity and hatred; but beneath all this, there lingers, in the least reflective mind, a vague and half-formed consciousness of having held such feelings long before, in some remote and distant time, which calls up solemn thoughts of distant times to come, and bends down pride and worldliness beneath it.”

“[Peggotty] gave me one piece of intelligence which affected me very much, namely, that there had been a sale of the furniture at our old home, and that Mr. and Miss Murdstone were gone away, and the house was shut up, to be let or sold. I had no part in it while they remained there, but it pained me to think of the dear old place as altogether abandoned; of the weeds growing tall in the garden, and the fallen leaves lying thick and wet upon the paths. I imagined how the winds of winter would howl round it, how the cold rain would beat upon the window-glass, how the moon would make ghosts on the walls of the empty rooms, watching their solitude all night. I thought afresh of the grave in the churchyard, underneath the tree: and it seemed as if the house were dead, too [...].”