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 CHEKHOVWhat seems to us serious, significant and important will, in future times, be forgotten or won’t seem important at all.
More Anton Chekhov Quotes
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The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.
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Life on earth is inconceivable without trees.
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Be sure not to discuss your hero’s state of mind. Make it clear from his actions.
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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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The snow has not yet left the earth but spring is already asking to enter your heart.
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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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Everything should be first-rate in a person, his face, clothes, soul and thoughts.
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My love is like a stone tied round my neck; it’s dragging me down to the bottom; but I love my stone. I can’t live without it.
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Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
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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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It’s not a matter of old or new forms; a person writes without thinking about any forms, he writes because it flows freely from his soul.
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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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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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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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The world perishes not from bandits and fires, but from hatred, hostility, and all these petty squabbles.
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