Top 15 Frida Kahlo Quotes

Mexican painter (1907–1954)

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Frida Kahlo (6 July 1907 – 13 July 1954) was a Mexican painter. She was married to cubist painter Diego Rivera.

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Alternative Names: Frida Kahlo Calderón • Frida Rivera-Kahlo • Magdalena Carmen Frieda Kahlo y Calderon • Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo Calderon • Frida Kahlo Calderon • Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderon • Frida Khalo • Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo Calderón • De Rivera Kahlo • Frida Kahlo de Rivera • Frida Kahlo De Rivera • Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderón • Frida Rivera • Mrs. Diego Rivera • Kahlo

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

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

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

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

I paint flowers so they will not die.

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

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

Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.

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

I want to be inside your darkest everything

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”.

They are so damn 'intellectual' and rotten that I can't stand them anymore....I [would] rather sit on the floor in the market of Toluca and sell tortillas, than have anything to do with those 'artistic' bitches of Paris.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.