A man and a woman marry because both of them do not know what to do with themselves.
ANTON CHEKHOVThe snow has not yet left the earth but spring is already asking to enter your heart.
More Anton Chekhov Quotes
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What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.
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Try to reason about love, and you will lose your reason.
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People are far more sincere and good-humored at speeding their parting guests than on meeting them.
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I observed that after marriage people cease to be curious.
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I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.
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The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.
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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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It’s very hard, feeling that you’re no more than a piece of unwanted furniture in this world.
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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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It is easy to be a philosopher in academia, but it is very difficult to be a philosopher in life.
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There should be more sincerity and heart in human relations, more silence and simplicity in our interactions. Be rude when you’re angry, laugh when something is funny, and answer when you’re asked.
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Only one who loves can remember so well.
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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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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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They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.
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