It is my experience that marriage does not make one happier. It destroys the illusion that has been the essence of one's previous existence, that there existed something like a soul-mate. The feeling of not being understood is heightened in… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
The Louvre! The Louvre has me in its clutches. Every time I'm there rich blessings rain down upon me. I am coming to understand… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
I know I shall not live very long... If I've painted three good pictures, then I shall leave gladly with flowers in my hand… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
I love color. It must submit to me. And I love art. I kneel before it, and it must become mine. Everything around me… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
It is my experience that marriage does not make one happier. It destroys the illusion that has been the essence of one's previous existence,… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
Nature is supposed to become greater to me than people. It ought to speak louder from me. I should feel small in the face… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
I know I shall not live very long. But why is that so sad? Is a festival more beautiful because it lasts longer? My… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
I believe that one should not think too much about nature when painting, at least not during the painting's conception. The colour sketch should… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
We cleave to the past too much in Germany. All of our German art is too bogged down in the conventional... I think more… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
I want to give colors intoxication, fullness, excitement, power by trying to forget Impressionism. — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
I must learn to express the gentle vibration of things: the intrinsically rough texture. I must find this expression in drawings; in the way… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
How happy I would be if I could give figurative expression to the unconscious feeling that often murmurs so softly and sweetly within me. — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share Image
