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 Chagallβs 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.
That's the first thing you learn when you busk in the New York City subways: you immediately join the ranks of the marginalized, the unhinged prophets, the Christian shouters, the Hare Krishnas, the Jehovah's witnesses, the father-and-daughter kitaro team, the violinists playing for their sickly wives.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy.
She would wonder what had hurt her when she found her face wet with tears, and then would wonder how she could have been hurt without knowing it.
Some of it's magic and some of it's tragic but I had a good life all the way.
I wonder if I shall ever see her again, and I realize that I scarcely care. I can feel the sheets beneath me, and the cold air on my chest. I feel fine. I feel absolutely fine. I feel nothing at all.
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