Marie Bashkirtseff (Maria Konstantinovna Bashkirtseva; Russian: Мария Константиновна Башки́рцева), was a Russian diarist, painter, and sculptor.
Art just consists in making us swallow the commonplaces by charming us eternally.
Soul is as necessary in a painting as body.
When one misses an opportunity one is apt to fancy that another will never present itself.
I long to see everything, to know everything, to learn everything!.
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.
Nothing is ever so good or so bad in reality as it is in the anticipation.
Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!
Let us love dogs; let us love only dogs! Man and cats are unworthy creatures.
The expectation of an unpleasantness is more terrible than the thing itself.
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?
To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration.
When I die my death will be caused by indignation at the stupidity of human nature.
What am I? Nothing. What would I be? Everything.
They who see only what they wish to see in those around them are very fortunate.