Quotes by Frida Kahlo

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

“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 paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person 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 other consideration.”

“My painting carries with it the message of pain.”

“Painting completed my life.”

“I hope the departue is joyful and I hope never to return.”

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

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

“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 love you more than my own skin.”

“Being the wife of Diego is the most marvelous thing in the world...I let him play matrimony with other women. Diego is not anybodys husband and never will be, but he is a great comrad.”

“They are a bunch of coocoo, lunatic, sons of bitches surrealists.”

“They are a bunch of coocoo lunatic sons of bitches surrealists.”

Feet, what do I need them forIf I have wings to fly.

I dont paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.

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

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

You too know that all my eyes see, all I touch with myself, from any distance, is Diego. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is him.

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!” (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s - my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.