We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
ANTON CHEKHOVBetter to perish from fools than to accept praises from them.
More Anton Chekhov Quotes
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Better to perish from fools than to accept praises from them.
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When a person expends the least amount of motion on one action, that is grace.
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When a person is born, he can embark on only one of three roads of life: if you go right, the wolves will eat you; if you go left, you’ll eat the wolves; if you go straight, you’ll eat yourself.
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Life is given only once, and one wants to live it boldly, with full conscious and beauty.
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People should be beautiful in every way – in their faces, in the way they dress, in their thoughts, and in their innermost selves.
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If you want to work on your art, work on your life.
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It’s easier to ask for money from the poor than from the wealthy.
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Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.
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Calculating selfishness is the annihilation of self.
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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.
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For God’s sake, have some self-respect and do not run off at the mouth if your brain is out to lunch.
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Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.
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Only during hard times do people come to understand how difficult it is to be master of their feelings and thoughts.
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Each of us is full of too many wheels, screws and valves to permit us to judge one another on a first impression or by two or three external signs.
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This life of ours, human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up–no more flower.
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