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Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy.

Anton Chekhov

I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.
ANTON CHEKHOV

Feeling Heart Heart Broken Marvelous Myself Thinking
To regard one’s immortality as an exchange of matter is as strange as predicting the future of a violin case once the expensive violin it held has broken and lost its worth.
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Break exchange Future Immortal Instrument Lost Prediction Strange Worth
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
ANTON CHEKHOV

Break Glass Light Moon Shine
You will not become a saint through other people’s sins.
ANTON CHEKHOV

People Sin Yourself
Not one of our mortal gauges is suitable for evaluating non-existence, for making judgments about that which is not a person.
ANTON CHEKHOV

Existence Judgement Mortal Ourselves Person Suitable
If I had listened to the critics I’d have died drunk in the gutter
ANTON CHEKHOV

Death Drink Listening Myself
There are plenty of good people, but only a very, very few are precise and disciplined.
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Discipline Goodness People Precise
If you are afraid of loneliness, do not marry.
ANTON CHEKHOV

Afraid Lonely Marriage Yourself
There is nothing more awful, insulting, and depressing than banality.
ANTON CHEKHOV

Boredom Depression Insult
What seems to us serious, significant and important will, in future times, be forgotten or won’t seem important at all.
ANTON CHEKHOV

Forget Future Important Serious Time Willing
In short stories it is better to say not enough than to say too much, because, because–I don’t know why.
ANTON CHEKHOV

Better Enough Myself Reason Story
Exquisite nature, daydreams, and music say one thing, real life another.
ANTON CHEKHOV

Life Music Nature Oneself Reality
The unhappy are egotistical, base, unjust, cruel, and even less capable of understanding one another than are idiots. Unhappiness does not unite people, but separates them.
ANTON CHEKHOV

Cruelty Ego Happiness People Seperate Understand Unity White
Do you see that tree? It is dead but it still sways in the wind with the others. I think it would be like that with me. That if I died I would still be part of life in one way or another.
ANTON CHEKHOV

Death Life Myself See Thinking Tree Wind
To judge between good or bad, between successful and unsuccessful would take the eye of a God.
ANTON CHEKHOV

Eyes God Goodness Judgment Success
Brevity – the sister of talent.
ANTON CHEKHOV

One Liner Talent

Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy.

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Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy.

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