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.
Marc ChagallRead
If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.
Interpretation
Life is temporary, so we should fill our time with love and hope.
Marc Chagall’s quote suggests that life is finite and will eventually come to an end, but it encourages us to make the most of our time by infusing our lives with love and hope. This perspective emphasizes the importance of positivity and meaningful connections as we navigate our existence, prompting us to leave a vibrant legacy through our actions and relationships.
In practice
In a graduation speech to inspire students to pursue their passions.
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.
If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.
Art must be an expression of love or it is nothing.
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.
Color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.
For me a stained glass window is a transparent partition between my heart and the heart of the world.
We're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work. Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision. Our children frighten us in their intimacy, but we make sure they grow up like us. Lukewarm like us. On a night like this, hands and faces hot, we can believe that tomorrow will show us angels in jars and that the well-known woods will suddenly reveal another path.
This is what youth must figure out: Girls, love, and living. The having, the not having, The spending and giving, And the meloncholy time of not knowing. This is what age must learn about: The ABC of dying. The going, yet not going, The loving and leaving, And the unbearable knowing and knowing
Enjoy yourself, drink, call the life you live today your own; but only that, the rest belongs to chance.
My mother once told me I was like water. Water can carve its way even through stone. And when trapped, water makes a new path.
She lost much of her appetite. At night, an invisible hand kept shaking her awake every few hours. Grief was physiological, a disturbance of the blood. Sometimes a whole minute would pass in nameless dread - the bedside clock ticking, the blue moonlight coating the window like glue - before she`d remember the brutal fact that had caused it.
Life’s greatest tragedy consists of men and women who earnestly try, and fail!
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