Marie Antoinette Quotes

It is true I am rather taken up with dress; but as to feathers, every one wears them, and it would seem extraordinary if I did not.

I pity my brother Ferdinand, knowing by my own feelings how sad a thing it is to live apart from one’s family.

No one understands my ills, nor the terror that fills my breast, who does not know the heart of a mother.

The king is full of kindnesses toward me, and I love him tenderly. But it is pitiable to see his weakness for Madame du Barri, who is the silliest and most impertinent creature that it is possible to conceive.

I feel more and more, every day of my life, how much my dear mamma has done for my establishment. I was the youngest of all her daughters, and she has treated me as if I were the eldest, so that my whole soul is filled with the most tender gratitude.

No harm will come to me. The Assembly is prepared to treat us leniently.

I have begun the ‘History of England‘ by Mr. Hume. It seems to me very interesting, though it is necessary to recollect that it is a Protestant who has written it.

My tastes are not those of the king, who has none, except for hunting and mechanic‘s labour.

The king and the dauphin both like to see me on horseback. I only say this because all the world perceives it, and especially while we were absent from Versailles, they were delighted to see me in my riding habit.

Your Majesty may rest assured about my conduct towards the Comtesse de Provence; I will certainly try and gain her friendship and confidence, without going too far.

It would be doing me great injustice to think that I have any feeling of indifference to my country; I have more reason than anyone to feel, every day of my life, the value of the blood which flows in my veins, and it is only from prudence that at times I abstain from showing how proud I am of it.

Let them eat cake.

Courage! I have shown it for years; think you I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end?

You can be assured that I need no one’s guidance in anything concerning propriety.

I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.

My mother sees things but from the distance; she does not weigh them in regard to my position, and she judges me too harshly. But she is my mother, who loves me dearly; and when she speaks, I can only bow my head.

There is nothing new except what has been forgotten.

I have seen all, I have heard all, I have forgotten all.

You have doubtless heard, my dear mother, the misfortune of Madame de Chartres, whose child is born dead. But I would rather have even that, terrible as it is, than be as I am without hope of any children.