Anton Chekhov Quotes

We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.

It has become customary to say that a man needs only six feet of land. But a corpse needs six feet, not a person.

العقل بالطبع شيء غير خالد بل زائل، ولكنك تعلم الآن لماذا أشعر بالميل إليه، فالحياة فخ محزن وعندما يحقق الشخص المفكّر فرصته ويبلغ وعيه درجة النضج يحس نفسه -لا إراديًا- كأنه وقع في فخ لا مهرب منه. وبالفعل فقد جاء إلى الحياة من العدم على الرغم من إرادته بفعل عوامل عارضة، فلماذا؟! إنه يريد أن يعرف مغزى وجوده وهدفه فلا يقال له أو تقال له حماقات، ويدق الباب فلا يفتح له أحد، ويأتيه الموت أيضًا على الرغم من إرادته. وهكذا كما في السجن عندما يشعر الأشخاص الذين جمعتهم المأساة المشتركة بنوع من الإرتياح عندما يجتمعون معا، كذلك الحياة؛ لا يحس الأشخاص الميالون إلى التحليل والتعميم بوجود الفخ عندما يجتمعون معًا ويقضون الوقت في تبادل الأفكار الحرة الأبية! وبهذا المعنى يُعتبر العقل متعة لا بديل لها .

BORKIN: [Sighing] The life of a man is like a flower, blooming so gaily in a field. Then, along comes a goat, he eats it, and the flower is gone!

Dear, sweet, unforgettable childhood! Why does this irrevocable time, forever departed, seem brighter, more festive and richer than it actually was?

SONIA: What can we do? We must live our lives. [A pause] Yes, we shall live, Uncle Vanya. We shall live through the long procession of days before us, and through the long evenings; we shall patiently bear the trials that fate imposes on us; we shall work for others without rest, both now and when we are old; and when our last hour comes we shall meet it humbly, and there, beyond the grave, we shall say that we have suffered and wept, that our life was bitter, and God will have pity on us. Ah, then dear, dear Uncle, we shall see that bright and beautiful life; we shall rejoice and look back upon our sorrow here; a tender smile — and — we shall rest. I have faith, Uncle, fervent, passionate faith. [SONIA kneels down before her uncle and lays her head on his hands. She speaks in a weary voice] We shall rest. [TELEGIN plays softly on the guitar] We shall rest. We shall hear the angels. We shall see heaven shining like a jewel. We shall see all evil and all our pain sink away in the great compassion that shall enfold the world. Our life will be as peaceful and tender and sweet as a caress. I have faith; I have faith. [She wipes away her tears] My poor, poor Uncle Vanya, you are crying! [Weeping] You have never known what happiness was, but wait, Uncle Vanya, wait! We shall rest. [She embraces him] We shall rest. [The WATCHMAN’S rattle is heard in the garden; TELEGIN plays softly; MME. VOITSKAYA writes something on the margin of her pamphlet; MARINA knits her stocking] We shall rest.

Or he walked about and stopped in the drawing-room before a photograph taken seven years ago, soon after his marriage ... a family group: his father-in-law, his mother-in-law, his wife Olga Dmitrievna when she was twenty, and himself in the rôle of a happy young husband. His father-in-law, a clean-shaven, dropsical privy councillor, crafty and avaricious; his mother-in-law, a stout lady with small predatory features like a weasel, who loved her daughter to distraction and helped her in everything; if her daughter were strangling some one, the mother would not have protested, but would only have screened her with her skirts. Olga Dmitrievna, too, had small predatory-looking features, but more expressive and bolder than her mother's; she was not a weasel, but a beast on a bigger scale!

Wine and tobacco destroy the individuality. After a cigar or a glass of vodka you are no longer Peter Sorin, but Peter Sorin plus somebody else. Your ego breaks in two: you begin to think of yourself in the third person.

While you’re playing cards with a regular guy or having a bite to eat with him, he seems a peaceable, good-humoured and not entirely dense person. But just begin a conversation with him about something inedible, politics or science, for instance, and he ends up in a deadend or starts in on such an obtuse and base philosophy that you can only wave your hand and leave.

An expansive life, one not constrained by four walls, requires as well an expansive pocket.

"You are reckoning on my not knowing English. No, I don't know it; but I have a dictionary. That telegram is from Riss; he drinks to the health of his beloved and sends you a thousand kisses. But let us leave that," the doctor went on hurriedly. "I don't in the least want to reproach you or make a scene. We've had scenes and reproaches enough; it's time to make an end of them.

One hundred years from now, the people who come after us, for whom our lives are showing the way — will they think of us kindly? Will they remember us with a kind word? I wish to God I could think so.

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

Hypocrisy is a revolting, psychopathic state.

My own experience is that once a story has been written, one has to cross out the beginning and the end. It is there that we authors do most of our lying.