Sunday, 8 March 2009

Chekhov's On Love

"And with a burning pain in my heart I realised how needless and petty and deceptive were all those thing that had kept us from loving one another. I came to realize that when you are in love and in all your judgements about love you must start from something higher and more important than happiness or unhappiness, virtue and sin and all their excepted meanings or you should make no judgements at all. I kissed her for the last time, pressed her hand and we parted forever the train was already in motion".