Quotes by Frida Kahlo

I paint my own reality.

Feet, what do I need them for if 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.

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

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 am in my own little world, but it’s okay, they know me here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light.

You deserve the best kind of love – the one that wakes up your soul and makes you crave for more.

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

I paint flowers so they will not die.

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 most important part of life’s journey is not the destination, but the journey itself.

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

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 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 deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.

There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time!

I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows, but now the damned things have learned to swim.

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

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

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

You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you’re doing, where you are, who you’re with and if you’re OK.

You deserve a love that always feels like summer.

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

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

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

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

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

My blood is a miracle that flowed in the veins of the races that mixed in me.

I don’t care what the bourgeoisie think about me.

I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

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