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.
ANTON CHEKHOVLove, friendship and respect do not unite people as much as common hatred for something.
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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The happy man only feels at ease because the unhappy bear their burden in silence. Without this silence, happiness would be impossible.
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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 don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.
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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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Just as I shall lie alone in the grave, so, in essence, do I live alone.
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It’s easier to ask for money from the poor than from the wealthy.
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You ask me what life is. That’s like asking what a carrot is. A carrot is a carrot, and there’s nothing more to know.
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Every person lives his real, most interesting life under the cover of secrecy.
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Any idiot can face a crisis – it’s day to day living that wears you out.
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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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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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I have the feeling that I’ve seen everything, but failed to notice the elephants.
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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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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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