Marie Bashkirtseff

I am the most interesting book of all.

— Marie Bashkirtseff

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

— Marie Bashkirtseff

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

— Marie Bashkirtseff

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

— Marie Bashkirtseff

I was born to be a remarkable woman; it matters little in what way or how. ... I shall be famous or…

— Marie Bashkirtseff

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

— Marie Bashkirtseff

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

— Marie Bashkirtseff

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

— Marie Bashkirtseff

I want to live faster, faster, faster! ... I fear that this desire to live always at high pressure is the presage…

— Marie Bashkirtseff

Soul is as necessary in a painting as body.

— Marie Bashkirtseff

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

— Marie Bashkirtseff

Time is the most terrible, the most discouraging, the most unconquerable of all obstacles, and one that may exist when no other…

— Marie Bashkirtseff

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

— Marie Bashkirtseff

What am I? Nothing. What would I be? Everything.

— 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

I long to see everything, to know everything, to learn everything!.

— Marie Bashkirtseff

one life would not suffice, mine especially. To touch everything and leave nothing after oneself! Ah! my God! I hope better than…

— Marie Bashkirtseff

Art consists precisely in making us admire old stories, charming us with them eternally, as Nature charms with her eternal sun, her…

— Marie Bashkirtseff

Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!

— Marie Bashkirtseff

To live, to have so much ambition, to suffer, to cry, to fight and, at the end, forgetfulness ... as if I…

— Marie Bashkirtseff

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

— Marie Bashkirtseff

Let us love dogs; let us love only dogs! Men and cats are unworthy creatures.

— Marie Bashkirtseff