Frida Kahlo – Inspiring Quotes That Have Stood the Test of Time

I paint my own reality.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

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

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

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

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

I paint flowers so they will not die.

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.

Frida Kahlo – Inspiring Quotes That Have Stood the Test of Time part 2

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

I sacrificed my life so that the little girl who drew cats in her notebook could draw cats in a whole world.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim.

I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.

I’m not sick. I am broken. But I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint.

I want to be inside your darkest everything.

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.

I don’t have feet on my legs, I have roots going deep into the Earth, so I can feel it shaking.

I don’t paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

I paint my own reality. 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.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

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

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim.

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim.

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

I paint my own reality. 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.

I’m dating myself, I take myself out to eat, I don’t deny myself clothes – I never lie.

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.

I think that everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.

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.

I never knew I was a Surrealist until Andre Breton came to Mexico and told me I was.

I hope the leaving is joyful; and I hope never to return.

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 paint my own reality. 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.

Painting completed my life.

I paint flowers so they won’t die.

I’m my own muse. I am the subject I know best.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any concern for what others might think.

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

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

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim.

I paint my own reality.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

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

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

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

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

I paint flowers so they will not die.

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.

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

I sacrificed my life so that the little girl who drew cats in her notebook could draw cats in a whole world.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim.

I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.

I’m not sick. I am broken. But I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint.

I want to be inside your darkest everything.

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.

I don’t have feet on my legs, I have roots going deep into the Earth, so I can feel it shaking.

I don’t paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

I paint my own reality. 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.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

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

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim.

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim.

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

I paint my own reality. 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.

I’m dating myself, I take myself out to eat, I don’t deny myself clothes – I never lie.

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.

I think that everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.

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.

I never knew I was a Surrealist until Andre Breton came to Mexico and told me I was.

I hope the leaving is joyful; and I hope never to return.

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 paint my own reality. 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.

Painting completed my life.

I paint flowers so they won’t die.

I’m my own muse. I am the subject I know best.

The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any concern for what others might think.

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

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

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim.