Anton Chekhov Quotes

If happy I and wretched he, Perhaps the king would change with me.

Luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.

People often grudge others what they cannot enjoy themselves.

Comparison is the thief of joy.

I cannot bear successful people who are miserable.

No one is really miserable who has not tried to cheapen life.

Happiness: an agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.

Oh God, don't envy me, I have my own pains.

Not enough people in this world are happy.

Few of us can stand prosperity. Another man's, I mean.

I am quite miserable because I'm never satisfied with what I've got. You're always looking for that next high, and that is what I would define as happiness.

We have the tendency to run away from suffering and to look for happiness. But, in fact, if you have not suffered, you have no chance to experience real happiness.

Disappointment is a sticky one, because no one can steal contentment, joy, gratitude, or peace - we have to give it away.

The only way to avoid being miserable is not to have enough leisure to wonder whether you are happy or not.

I never admire another's fortune so much that I became dissatisfied with my own.

There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.

Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy.

If we only wanted to be happy, it would be easy; but we want to be happier than other people, and that is almost always difficult, since we think them happier than they are.

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

In order to have great happiness you have to have great pain and unhappiness - otherwise how would you know when you're happy?

We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.

You feel like everyone hates you if you've got a good life, now I feel maybe it's allowed because I've had my share of sadness.

The unhappy derive comfort from the misfortunes of others.

Happiness? No, it's not there for me.

That which makes people dissatisfied with their condition, is the chimerical idea they form of the happiness of others.