Frida Kahlo Quotes - Page 2

Surrealism is the magical surprise of finding a lion in a wardrobe, where you were 'sure' of finding shirts.

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.

pain, pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence

What would I do without the absurd and the ephemeral?

I think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive.

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

I don’t like the gringos at all. They are very boring and all have faces like unbaked rolls.

They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to.

I had something in my throat. It felt like I had swallowed the whole world.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

It's not possible to present an accurate picture of our culture without all the voices of the people in the culture. So at the emerging level, you can't have a good survey art show without women and artists of color.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

To feel the anguish of waiting for the next moment and of taking part in the complex current (of affairs) not knowing that we are headed toward ourselves, through millions of stone beings - of bird beings - of star beings - of microbe beings - of fountain beings toward ourselves.

My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

Since my subjects have always been my sensations, my states of mind and the profound reactions that life has been producing in me, I have frequently objectified all this in figures of myself, which were the most sincere and real thing that I could do in order to express what I felt inside and outside of myself.

I paint flowers to prevent them from dying

You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”

I love you more than my own skin.

I have never expected anything from my work but the satisfaction I could get from it by the very fact of painting and saying what I couldn't say otherwise.

No moon, sun, diamond, hands — fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.