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Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.
Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change.
I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.
At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.
Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.
I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
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.
Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the white male power structure.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.
I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.
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.
Mankind owns its destiny, and its destiny is the earth. We are destroying it until we have no destiny.
I want a storm to come and flood us into a song that no one wrote.
I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy as long as I can paint.
Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.
There is nothing more precious than laughter
I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
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.”
pain, pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence
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 think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive.
Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.
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.
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.
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.
The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
To trap one's self-suffering is to risk being devoured from the inside.
I don’t like the gringos at all. They are very boring and all have faces like unbaked rolls.
Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.
I hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.
My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.
They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
What would I do without the absurd and the ephemeral?
I paint my own reality.
I had something in my throat. It felt like I had swallowed the whole world.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
I paint flowers to prevent them from dying
I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
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.
Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.
No moon, sun, diamond, hands — fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.
Painting completed my life.
... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.
Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.
The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to.