Frida Kahlo Quotes

I paint flowers so they will not die.

Feet, what do I need them for if I have wings to fly?

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

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

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

I am in pain. I still want joy.

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

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

I paint flowers so they will not die.

I love you more than my own skin.

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

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

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

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.

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

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.

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

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

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

I am in pain. I still want joy.

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

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

I love you more than my own skin.

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

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

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

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.

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.

One of the most painful periods of my life was around 2000 when I decided to go to a psychoanalyst who specialised in art. In that period, I really practised art as therapy.

I must fight with all my strength so that the little positive things that my health allows me to do might help spread the sense of optimism and the fighting spirit that everyone knows is so typical of me.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.

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 would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.

I hope the exit is joyful – and I hope never to return.[1]

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

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

I love you more than my own skin.

I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

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

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

I never painted dreams. I painted 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 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 flowers so they will not die.

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

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