Book: Uncle Vanya

As for my own personal life, then, by God, there is absolutely nothing good. You know, when you go on a dark night in the woods, and if at this time away shining light, you don't notice any tiredness, nor the darkness, nor the prickly branches that hit you in the face... I'm working, you know, as no one in the County, the fate hits me incessantly, at times I suffer unbearably, but I have no lights in the distance. I have nothing to wait for, not like people... for a Long time already do not love anyone.

God knows what our true calling.

Thank you for your pleasant company... I respect your way of thinking, your passions, impulses, but let the old man to be in my farewell only one remark: it is necessary, gentlemen, to do business! We must do the work!

What to do, you have to live! We, uncle Vanya, we shall live. Will live a long, long series of days, long evenings; we will patiently endure the trials which will send us the fate; will work for others and now in old age, not knowing rest, and when it's our time, we'll humbly die and there beyond the grave we will say that we suffered, that we wept, that we was bitter, and God will have mercy on us, and we are with you, uncle, dear uncle, shall see a life of bright, beautiful, graceful, we will rejoice and to present our unhappiness, we look back with affection, with a smile - and rested. I believe, uncle I believe fervently, passionately... We will rest!

Please, Lord. Hang, so to speak, your ears to nail attention.

We will rest! We shall hear angels, we will see all sky in diamonds, we will see how all earthly evil, all our sufferings drown in the mercy that will fill the whole world, and our life will become quiet, tender, sweet as a caress. I believe, I believe...

To Wake up would be in the clear, quiet morning and feel that you started to live again, that all the past is forgotten, scattered like smoke.

It seems to me that the truth, whatever it was, still not as scary as the unknown.

When a woman is ugly, she say, "you Have beautiful eyes, you have such beautiful hair..."

Day and night, like home, strangling me the idea that my life is lost forever. Past is not, it is silly spent for nothing, and now horrible in its absurdity. And that's my life and my love: where would I put them, what do I do with them? My feeling is dying in vain, like a ray of sunshine caught in a hole and I die.

Those who will live one hundred, two hundred years after us and who will despise us for what we have lived your life so stupid and so tasteless, - those, perhaps, find means how to be happy, and we... you and I Have only one hope is.

Man is gifted with reason and creative power to multiply what's been given him, but still he had not worked and destroyed.

Yes, brother. Throughout the County there were only two decent, intelligent person, I let you. But in some ten years of life narrow-minded, despicable life drew us; it is their rotten fumes poisoned our blood, and we have become as vulgar as all.

Talented people in Russia can't be clean.