Frida Kahlo Quotes

Can verbs be made up? I'll tell you one. I heaven you, so my wings will open wide to love you boundlessly.

What I wanted to express very clearly and intensely was that the reason these people had to invent or imagine heroes and gods is pure fear. Fear of life and fear of death.

feet, what do i need you for if i have wings to fly?

There is nothing more precious than laughter

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

I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.

Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change,

I am my own muse, the subject I know best.

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 was a child who went about in a world of colors ... My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.

They are so damn 'intellectual' and rotten that I can't stand them anymore ... I [would] rather sit on the floor in the market of Toluca and sell tortillas, than have anything to do with those 'artistic' bitches of Paris.

Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.

Auxochrome - Chromophore. Diego. She who wears the color. He who sees the color. Since the year 1922. Until always and forever. Now in 1944. After all the hours lived through. The vectors continue in their original direction. Nothing stops them. With no more knowledge than live emotion. With no other wish than to go on until they meet. Slowly. With great unease, but with the certainty that all is guided by the "golden section." There is cellular arrangement. There is movement. There is light. All centers are the same. Folly doesn't exist. We are the same as we were and as we will be. Not counting on idiotic destiny.

I am happy to be alive, as long as I can paint.

I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.

They sit for hours in the "cafes" warming their precious behinds, and talk without stopping about "culture" "art" "revolution" and so on and so forth, thinking themselves the gods of the world, dreaming the most fantastic nonsenses and poisoning the air with theories and theories that never come true.

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

There is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.

The most important thing for everyone in Gringolandia is to have ambition and become 'somebody,' and frankly, I don't have the least ambition to become anybody.

My toys were those of a boy: skates, bicycles.

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

This upper class is disgusting and I'm furious at all these rich people here, having seen thousands of people in abject squalor.

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

Feet, what do I need them for
If I have wings to fly.

I hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.

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

I am nauseated by all these rotten people in Europe - and these fucking "democracies" are not worth even a crumb.

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

Her view of life, she told a friend, was: "Make love. Take a bath. Make love again.

To paint is the most terrific thing that there is, but to do it well is very difficult.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

Heute Ist immer noch (Today is like always).

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 give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am ... You are a shit.

Painting completed my life.

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

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

You too know that all my eyes see, all I touch with myself, from any distance, is Diego. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is him.

I want to be inside your darkest everything

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.

Mankind owns its destiny, and its destiny is the earth. We are destroying it until we have no destiny.

Wordless,
Infinite -
You.
You intensify
everything.
You are
fire
burning
all that
is left
of my
heart.

I must fight with all my strength so that the little positive things that my health allows me to do might be pointed toward helping the revolution. The only real reason for living.

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.

My paintings are well-painted, not nimbly but patiently. My painting contains in it the message of pain. I think that at least a few people are interested in it. It's not revolutionary. Why keep wishing for it to be belligerent? I can't. Painting completed my life. I lost three children and a series of other things that would have fulfilled my horrible life. My painting took the place of all of this. I think work is the best.

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.

I could kill that guy and eat it afterwards...

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

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 never knew I was a surrealist till Andre Breton came to Mexico and told me I was.

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

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

I have not forgotten you - the nights are long and difficult. You too know that all my eyes see, all touch with myself, from any distance, is you. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is you. You felt it, that's why you let that ship take me away from Le Havre where you never said good-bye to me. I will write to you with my eyes, always. For you is all.

I have suffered two grave accidents in my life, one in which a streetcar knocked me down ... The other accident is Diego.

Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.

I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy as long as I can paint.

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.

This is how it feels to be in this broken female body. This is how it feels to be alone... This is how it feels to be me. I dare you to look...and once you look, I'm going to make sure you cannot look away.

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

Everyone's opinions about things change over time. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And to hold onto some dogged idea forever is a little rigid and maybe naive.

Of the opposite sex, I have the moustache and, in general, the face.

I paint flowers to prevent them from dying

You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won't let you sleep.
You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin.
You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions.
You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn't afraid to fall.
You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.

People in general are scared to death of the war and all the exhibition have been a failure, because the rich - don't want to buy anything

I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty ... love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.

I put on the canvas whatever comes into my mind.

I find that Americans completely lack sensibility and good taste. They are boring, and they all have faces like unbaked rolls.

I paint my own reality.

Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.