Marie Bashkirtseff Quotes & Sayings

I will never love, for I should never be loved as I desire to be loved. — Marie Bashkirtseff

What am I? Nothing. What would I be? Everything. — Marie Bashkirtseff

To say that my grief will be eternal would be ridiculous - nothing is eternal. — Marie Bashkirtseff

I was born to be a remarkable woman; it matters little in what way or how ... I shall be famous or I will die. — Marie Bashkirtseff

I am the most interesting book of all. — Marie Bashkirtseff

They who see only what they wish to see in those around them are very fortunate. — Marie Bashkirtseff

When one misses an opportunity one is apt to fancy that another will never present itself. — Marie Bashkirtseff

Time is the most terrible, the most discouraging, the most unconquerable of all obstacles, and one that may exist when no other does. — Marie Bashkirtseff

I want to live faster, faster, faster! ... I fear that this desire to live always at high pressure is the presage of a short existence. Who knows? — Marie Bashkirtseff

One life would not suffice, mine especially. To touch everything and leave nothing after oneself! Ah! my God! I hope better than that. Ah! I am very cowardly, and under the blow of such a terror I am ready to believe in priests. — Marie Bashkirtseff

Art just consists in making us swallow the commonplaces by charming us eternally ... — Marie Bashkirtseff

The expectation of an unpleasantness is more terrible than the thing itself. — Marie Bashkirtseff

To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration. — Marie Bashkirtseff

I long to see everything, to know everything, to learn everything!. — Marie Bashkirtseff

Let us love dogs; let us love only dogs! Man and cats are unworthy creatures. — Marie Bashkirtseff

Nothing is ever so good or so bad in reality as it is in the anticipation. — Marie Bashkirtseff

Soul is as necessary in a painting as body. — Marie Bashkirtseff

When I die my death will be caused by indignation at the stupidity of human nature ... — Marie Bashkirtseff

To live, to have so much ambition, to suffer, to cry, to fight and, at the end, forgetfulness ... as if I had never existed. — Marie Bashkirtseff

Art ... is as much a source of happiness for the beginner as for the master. One forgets everything in one's work ... — Marie Bashkirtseff

Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life! — Marie Bashkirtseff

Art consists precisely in making us admire old stories, charming us with them eternally, as Nature charms with her eternal sun, her ancient earth, and her men built all on the same pattern, and all animated by the same feelings ... — Marie Bashkirtseff