Love, friendship, respect, do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something. - Anton Chekhov

They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.

That's it, I guess. Just go on living, whether you feel like it or not.

Pretend to be looking at the things," Nikolay Timofeitch whispers, bending down to Polinka with a forced smile. "Dear me, you do look pale and ill; you are quite changed. He'll throw you over, Pelagea Sergeevna! Or if he does marry you, it won't be for love but from hunger; he'll be tempted by your money. He'll furnish himself a nice home with your dowry, and then be ashamed of you. He'll keep you out of sight of his friends and visitors, because you're uneducated. He'll call you 'my dummy of a wife.' You wouldn't know how to behave in a doctor's or lawyer's circle. To them you're a dressmaker, an ignorant creature.