When asked, "Why do you always wear black?", he said, "I am mourning for my life.
Anton ChekhovTags: satire astringent
The happy man only feels at ease because the unhappy bear their burden in silence. Without this silence, happiness would be impossible.
Anton ChekhovUseless pursuits and conversations always about the same things absorb the better part of one's time, the better part of one's strength, and in the end there is left a life grovelling and curtailed, worthless and trivial, and there is no escaping or getting away from it—just as though one were in a madhouse or prison.
Anton ChekhovI don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.
Anton ChekhovTags: ballet
I was oppressed with a sense of vague discontent and dissatisfaction with my own life, which was passing so quickly and uninterestingly, and I kept thinking it would be a good thing if I could tear my heart out of my breast, that heart which had grown so weary of life.
Anton ChekhovTags: chekhov
If an intelligent, educated, and healthy man begins to complain of his lot and go down-hill, there is nothing for him to do but to go on down until he reaches the bottom--there is no hope for him. Where could my salvation come from? How can I save myself? I cannot drink, because it makes my head ache. I never could write bad poetry. I cannot pray for strength and see anything lofty in the languor of my soul. Laziness is laziness and weakness weakness. I can find no other names for them. I am lost, I am lost; there is no doubt of that.
Anton ChekhovEven in Siberia there is happiness.
Anton ChekhovTags: happiness chekhov siberia
- Доброто възпитание проличава не в това, че няма да разлееш соса в/у покривката, а в това, че няма да забележиш, ако друг го направи-"
Белокуров
от Къщата с Мансардата
I think human beings must have faith or must look for faith, otherwise our life is empty, empty. To live and not to know why the cranes fly, why children are born, why there are stars in the sky. You must know why you are alive, or else everything is nonsense, just blowing in the wind.
Anton Chekhov...and with a burning pain in my heart I realized how unnecessary, how petty, and how deceptive all that had hindered us from loving was. I understood that when you love you must either, in your reasonings about that love, start from what is highest, from what is more important than happiness or unhappiness, sin or virtue in their accepted meaning, or you must not reason at all.
Anton ChekhovTags: love
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