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Anton Chekhov Quotes - Page 13

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Anna Petrovna (to Shabelsky): You can't make a simple joke without an injection of venom. You are a poisonous man. Joking apart, Count, you're very poisonous. It's hideously boring to live with you. You're always

Anna Petrovna (to Shabelsky): You can't make a simple joke without an injection of venom. You are a poisonous man. Joking apart, Count, you're very poisonous. It's hideously boring to live with you. You're always grumpy, complaining, you find everyone bad, good for nothing. Tell me frankly, Count, did you ever speak well of anyone?

Simple, Men, Complaining

You don't understand, you fool' says Yegor, looking dreamily up at the sky. 'You've never understood what kind of person I am, nor will you in a million years... You just think I'm a mad person who has thrown his life away... Once the free spirit has taken hold of a man, there's no way of getting it out of him.

Taken, Thinking, Men

"About Love and Other Stories". Book by Anton Chekhov (p. 4), June 10, 2004.

Nothing lulls and inebriates like money; when you have a lot, the world seems a better place than it actually is.

Money, World, Better Place

Note-Book of Anton Chekhov, 1921.

If you fear loneliness, then don't get married.

Marriage, Fear, Loneliness

I am dying. I haven't drunk champagne for a long time.

Time, Long, Drunk

We go to great pains to alter life for the happiness of our descendants and our descendants will say as usual: things used to be so much better, life today is worse than it used to be.

Life, Pain, Usual

Note-Book of Anton Chekhov, 1921.

Write about this man who, drop by drop, squeezes the slave's blood out of himself until he wakes one day to find the blood of a real human being--not a slave's--coursing through his veins.

Real, Writing, Men

He is no longer a city dweller who has even once in his life caught a ruff or seen how, on clear and cool autumn days, flocks of migrating thrushes drift over a village. Until his death he will be drawn to freedom.

Nature, Freedom, Autumn

"Gooseberries". Short story by Anton Chekhov, 1898.

I still lack a political, religious and philosophical world view - I change it every month - and so I'll have to limit myself to descriptions of how my heroes love, marry, give birth, die, and how they speak.

Love, Religious, Philosophical

Anton Chekhov (2009). “Selected Stories of Anton Chekov”, p.11, Modern Library

The time has come for writers, especially those who are artists, to admit that in this world one cannot make anything out, just as Socrates once admitted it, just as Voltaire admitted it.

Time, Artist, Justice

Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1964). “Letters on the short story, the drama, and other literary topics”

I long to embrace, to include in my own short life, all that is accessible to man. I long to speak, to read, to wield a hammer in a great factory, to keep watch at sea, to plow. I want to be walking along the Nevsky Prospect, or in the open fields, or on the ocean - wherever my imagination ranges.

Life, Ocean, Men

Anton Chekhov (2011). “Forty Stories”, p.11, Vintage

If there is a gun hanging on the wall in the first act, it must fire in the last.

Art, Wall, Gun

Indeed, in Russia there is a terrible poverty of facts, and a terrible abundance of reflections of all sorts.

Russia, Suffering, Poverty

"Letters of Anton Chekhov to His Family and Friends: With Biographical Sketch". Book by Anton Chekhov, 1920.

The time's come: there's a terrific thunder-cloud advancing upon us, a mighty storm is coming to freshen us up....It's going to blow away all this idleness and indifference, and prejudice against work....I'm going to work, and in twenty-five or thirty years' time every man and woman will be working.

Change, Blow, Men

Life does not agree with philosophy: There is no happiness that is not idleness, and only what is useless is pleasurable.

Philosophy, Doe, Useless

Our pride and self-importance are European, while our development and actions are Asiatic.

Pride, Self, Development

My holy of holies is the human body.

Body, Holy, Pharisaism

Anton Chekhov (2009). “Selected Stories of Anton Chekov”, p.13, Modern Library

A tree is beautiful, but what's more, it has a right to life; like water, the sun and the stars, it is essential. Life on earth is inconceivable without trees. Forests create climate, climate influences peoples' character, and so on and so forth. There can be neither civilization nor happiness if forests crash down under the axe, if the climate is harsh and severe, if people are also harsh and severe. ... What a terrible future!

Beautiful, Stars, Future

Letter to A.S. Suvorin, October 18, 1888.

A writer is not a confectioner, a cosmetic dealer, or an entertainer.

Cosmetics, Dealer, Entertainers

Country acquaintances are charming only in the country and only in the summer. In the city in winter they lose half of their appeal.

Summer, Country, Winter

"Lady N - 's Story". Short story by Anton Chekhov, 1887.

Writers are as jealous as pigeons.

Jealous, Pigeons

Letter to I.L. Leontev, February 4, 1888.

If you can't distinguish people from lap-dogs, you shouldn't undertake philanthropic work.

Dog, Work, People

"The Princess". Short story by Anton Chekhov, 1889.

There are in life conjunctions of circumstances when the reproach that we are not Voltaires is least of all appropriate.

Circumstances, Confluence, Reproach

"Letters of Anton Chekhov to His Family and Friends: With Biographical Sketch". Book by Anton Chekhov, 1920.

Can words such as Orthodox, Jew, or Catholic really express some sort of exclusive personal virtues or merits?

Catholic, Merit, Virtue

Letter to A. S. Suvorin, November 18, 1891.

There ought to be a man with a hammer behind the door of every happy man.

Happiness, Men, Doors

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