Author of quotes: Marc Chagall

When I open my eyes for the morning, I want to see the world in a more perfect world of love and friendliness, and this alone is capable of making my day beautiful and worth living.

...I began to write poetry. Exhaled like them. A word or a breath - what's the difference?

Personally, I'm not sure that theory is so good for art.

With age I more clearly feel... how funny that does not have its own meaning, its own soul, something that is not permeated with love.

In our life there is one-the only color, as on an artist's palette, giving meaning to life and art. Is the paint of love.

I wandered the streets, looking for something and prayed, "God, You're hiding behind clouds, or behind the shoemaker's house, do so, to show my soul, poor soul of the stammering boy. Show me my path. I don't want to be like other people, I want to see the world differently".
And in response, the city burst like a violin string, and people, leaving the usual places, was made to walk above ground. My friends sat down to rest on the roof.
Paints are mixed, transformed into wine, and it foams on my canvases.

In my opinion, art is first and foremost a state of mind. And the soul is sacred in all of us that walk on this sinful earth. Soul is free, she has her own mind has its own logic. And only there is no falsehood, where the soul itself, spontaneously, reaches the degree which is called literature, irrationality.

The Germans were advancing, and the Jewish population was gone, leaving cities and towns.
As much as I wanted to move them all to your canvases to hide there.

With my grandmother it's always easier. A short, puny, it was the whole of the scarf, skirts to the floor and wrinkled face. Slightly more than a meter.
And the whole soul filled with devotion to the beloved children Yes prayers.

When leaving me, betraying old friends, I do not despair; when you are new - do not flatter yourself... Keep calm.

To the cubist the painting was a plane, filled out some forms. For me painting is a plane covered with images of things placed in a logical order.

Any work not finished until you hear her "Yes" or "no".

The seat of the emotions - that is the artist.

I protest against the terms "fantasy" and "symbolism." Our inner world is real, perhaps more real than the world around us.