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 CHEKHOVPeople don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.
More Anton Chekhov Quotes
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My holy of holies is the human body, health, intelligence, talent, inspiration, love, and absolute freedom–freedom from violence and falsehood, no matter how the last two manifest themselves.
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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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It’s easier to ask for money from the poor than from the wealthy.
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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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To judge between good or bad, between successful and unsuccessful would take the eye of a God.
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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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Doctors are just the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you too.
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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.
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He who desires nothing, hopes for nothing, and is afraid of nothing, cannot be an artist.
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What seems to us serious, significant and important will, in future times, be forgotten or won’t seem important at all.
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If I had listened to the critics I’d have died drunk in the gutter
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We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
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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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I observed that after marriage people cease to be curious.
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Oh, I have now a mania for shortness. Whatever I read – my own or other people’s works – it all seems to me not short enough.
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