Quotes from Frida Kahlo

I paint my own reality.

I am my own muse.

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

Painting completed me, gave me life.

I never painted dreams, I painted my own reality.

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

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

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 in pain, but I am still alive, and I am still passionate about living.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

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

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

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

Quotes from Frida Kahlo part 2

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

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 don’t care what the papers write about me. My work speaks for itself.

I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

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 so often alone and because I am the subject 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 don’t know how to write love letters. But I can paint you a picture.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

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

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

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

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

Pain, pleasure, and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle of the people against the bourgeoisie will transform the pain into pleasure.

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.

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

I think that little by little, I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.

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

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

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

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and all the nights that I am away from you.

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

I think that little by little, I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.

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.

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 know better.

I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of ‘madness’. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: ‘Poor thing, she’s crazy!’

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 my own reality.

I am my own muse.

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

Painting completed me, gave me life.

I never painted dreams, I painted my own reality.

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

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

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 in pain, but I am still alive, and I am still passionate about living.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

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

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

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

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

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 don’t care what the papers write about me. My work speaks for itself.

I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

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 so often alone and because I am the subject 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 don’t know how to write love letters. But I can paint you a picture.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

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

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

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

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

Pain, pleasure, and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle of the people against the bourgeoisie will transform the pain into pleasure.

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.

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

I think that little by little, I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.

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

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

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

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and all the nights that I am away from you.

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

I think that little by little, I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.

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.

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 know better.

I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of ‘madness’. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: ‘Poor thing, she’s crazy!’

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.