This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more flower.
Anton ChekhovWe shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
Anton ChekhovMy love is like a stone tied round my neck; it's dragging me down to the bottom; but I love my stone. I can't live without it.
Anton Chekhov