Best 59 quotes of Marc Chagall on MyQuotes

All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.

All our interior world is reality, and that, perhaps, more so than our apparent world.

Art is foremost a state of mind, and only secondarily a problem of form.

Art must be an expression of love or it is nothing.

Art seems to me to be above all a state of soul. All souls are sacred, the soul of all the bipeds in every quarter of the globe.

Art seems to me to be above all a state of soul.

But my knowledge of Marxism was limited to knowing that Marx was a Jew, and that he had a long white beard. I said to Lunatcharsky (the political communist commissar for Education, 1918, fh) 'Whatever you do, don't ask me why I painted in blue or green, and why you can see a calf inside the cow's belly, etc. On the other hand you're welcome: if Marx is so wise, let him come back to life and explain it himself'. I showed him my canvases.

But perhaps my art is the art of a lunatic, I thought, mere glittering quicksilver, a blue soul breaking in upon my pictures.

Changes in societal structure and in art would possess more credibility if they had their origins in the soul and spirit. If people read the words of the prophets with closer attention, they would find the keys to life.

Color is all. When color is right, form is right. Color is everything, color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.

Color is everything. When color is right, form is right.

Color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.

Despite all the troubles of our world, in my heart I have never given up on the love in which I was brought up or on man's hope in love. In life, just as on the artist's palette, there is but one single colour that gives meaning to life and art–the colour of love

Everything in art must spring from the movement of our whole life-stream, of our whole being - including the unconscious.

For me a stained glass window is a transparent partition between my heart and the heart of the world.

For me, Christ has always symbolized the true type of the Jewish martyr.

Great art picks up where nature ends.

I adore the theater and I am a painter. I think the two are made for a marriage of love. I will give all my soul to prove this once more.

I am out to introduce a psychic shock into my painting, one that is always motivated by pictorial reasoning: that is to say, a fourth dimension.

I am working in Paris . I cannot for a single day get the thought out of my head that there probably exists something essential, some immutable reality, and now that I have lost everything else (thank God, it gets lost all on its own) I am trying to preserve this and, what is more, not to be content. In a word: I am working.

If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.

If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.

If I create with my heart almost all my intentions remain. If it is with the head - almost nothing. An artist must not fear to be himself, to express only himself. If he is absolutely and entirely sincere, what he says and does will be acceptable to others.

If I weren't a Jew then I wouldn't be an artist, or at least not the one I am now.

In my youth, poverty enriched me, but now I can afford wealth.

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

In spite of everything, there is still no more wonderful vocation than to continue to tolerate events and to work on in the name of our mission, in the name of that spirit which lives on in our teaching and in our vision of humanity and art, the spirit which can lead us Jews down the true and just path. But along the way, peoples will spill our blood, and that of others.

I've always painted pictures in which human love floods my colors.

I work in whatever medium likes me at the moment.

Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.

Mine alone is the country of my soul.

Mozart never composed anything, ever! He copied what was written on his soul.

My hands were too soft.. I had to find some special occupation, some kind of work that would not force me to turn away from the sky and the stars, that would allow me to discover the meaning of life.

My mother's love for me was so great I have worked hard to justify it.

My name is Marc, my emotional life is sensitive and my purse is empty, but they say I have talent.

My works are dear to me, each in its own way, I shall have to answer for them on the Day off Judgement. God alone knows whether I shall ever see them again. Quite apart from the money which I was going to receive for their sale there (exhibition in Gallery Der Sturm, Berlin June-July, 1914) and it is no small sum.

Neither Imperial Russia, nor the Russia of the Soviets needs me. They don't understand me. I am a stranger to them. I'm certain Rembrandt loves me.

No academy could have given me all I discovered by getting my teeth into the exhibitions, the shop windows, and the museums of Paris . Beginning with the market - where, for lack of money, I bought only a piece of a long cucumber - the workman in his blue overall, the most ardent followers of Cubism , everything showed a definite feeling for proportion, clarity, an accurate sense of form, of a more painterly kind of painting, even in the canvases of second-rate artists.

On cannot be precise, and still be true.

One must always be careful not to let one's work be covered with moss.

One fine day as my mother was putting the bread in the oven, I went up to her and taking her by her flour-smeared elbow I said to her, Mama I want to be a painter.

Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.

The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world. In this long vigil he often has to vary his methods of stimulation; but in this long vigil he is also himself striving against a continual tendency to sleep.

The fingers must be educated, the thumb is born knowing.

The freer the soul, the more abstract painting becomes.

The habit of ignoring Nature is deeply implanted in our times. This attitude reminds me of people who never look you in the eye; I find them disturbing and always have to look away.

The most authentic Russian Impressionism leaves one perplexed if one compares it with Monet and Pissarro. Here, in the Louvre, before the canvases of Manet, Millet and others, I understood why my alliance with Russia and Russian art did not take root.

We all know that a good person can be a bad artist.But no one will ever be a genuine artist unless he is a great human being and thus also a good one.

What counts is art. painting, a kind of painting that is quite different from what everyone makes it out to be. But what kind? Will God or someone else give me the strength to breathe the breath of prayer and mourning into my paintings, the breath of prayer for redemption and resurrection?

What I mean by 'abstract' is something which comes to life spontaneously through a gamut of contrasts, plastic at the same time as psychic, and pervades both the picture and the eye of the spectator with conceptions of new and unfamiliar elements.