In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly. But with human beings it is the other way round: a lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar.
ANTON CHEKHOVA woman can become a man’s friend only in the following stages – first an acquantaince, next a mistress, and only then a friend.
More Anton Chekhov Quotes
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Brevity – the sister of talent.
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The snow has not yet left the earth but spring is already asking to enter your heart.
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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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A good upbringing means not that you won’t spill sauce on the tablecloth, but that you won’t notice it when someone else does.
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All saints have past and all sinners have a future.
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Do silly things. Foolishness is a great deal more vital and healthy than our straining and striving after a meaningful life.
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You must trust and believe in people or life becomes impossible.
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I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.
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I expect I shall be a student to the end of my days.
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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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Love, respect, and friendship do unite a people as well as a common hatred does.
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Everything on earth is beautiful, everything — except what we ourselves think and do when we forget the higher purposes of life and our own human dignity.
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The task of a writer is not to solve the problem but to state the problem correctly.
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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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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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