Quotes by Frida Kahlo

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

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

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 love you more than my own skin.

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

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

What would I do without the absurd and the ephemeral?

People in general are scared to death of the war and all the exhibitions have been a failure, because the rich bitches don't want to buy anything.

Surrealism is the magical surprise of finding a lion in a wardrobe, where you were 'sure' of finding shirts.

Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.

Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.

Everyone's opinions about things change over time. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And to hold onto some dogged idea forever is a little rigid and maybe naive.

I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty... love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.

There is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.

I must fight with all my strength so that the little positive things that my health allows me to do might be pointed toward helping the revolution. The only real reason for living.

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

It's not possible to present an accurate picture of our culture without all the voices of the people in the culture. So at the emerging level, you can't have a good survey art show without women and artists of color.

Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the white male power structure.

My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.

The industrial part of Detroit is really the most interesting side, otherwise it's like the rest of the United States, ugly and stupid.

This upper class is disgusting and I'm furious at all these rich people here, having seen thousands of people in abject squalor.

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

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

Her view of life, she told a friend, was: Make love. Take a bath. Make love again.

Can verbs be made up? I'll tell you one. I heaven you, so my wings will open wide to love you boundlessly.

Mankind owns its destiny, and its destiny is the earth. We are destroying it until we have no destiny.

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

I paint my own reality.

I want a storm to come and flood us into a song that no one wrote.

There is nothing more precious than laughter.

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

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

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.

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

I am in agreement with everything my father taught me and nothing my mother taught me.

I find that Americans completely lack sensibility and good taste. They are boring, and they all have faces like unbaked rolls.

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

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

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.

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 was a child who went about in a world of colors... My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.

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?

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

I put on the canvas whatever comes into my mind.