Frida Kahlo Quotes

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

I have not forgotten you — the nights are long and difficult. You too know that all my eyes see, all touch with myself, from any distance, is you. 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 you. You felt it, that’s why you let that ship take me away from Le Havre where you never said good-bye to me. I will write to you with my eyes, always. For you is all.

Mai in vita mia
Dimenticherò la tua presenza.
Tu mi hai presa quando ero spezzata
E mi hai riparata
Su questa terra troppo piccola
Dove potrei mai voltare il mio sguardo?
Così immenso, così profondo!
Non c'è più tempo. Non c'è più nulla. Distanza. C'è soltanto la realtà.
Quello che è stato, è stato per sempre.

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

It was worthwhile to come here only to see why Europe is rottening, why all this people - good for nothing - are the cause of all the Hitlers and Mussolinis.

La belleza y la fealdad son un espejismo, porque los demás terminan viendo nuestro interior.

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

Yo le duro lo que usted me cuide, yo le hablo como usted me trate y le creo lo que usted me demuestre.

Espero que la salida sea alegre y espero no volver nunca más.

Que todo termina en un instante
Planatera doloroso

"I am nauseated by all these rotten people in Europe - and these fucking "democracies" are not worth even a crumb."

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

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.

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

My Diego: Mirror of the night Your eyes green swords inside my flesh. waves between our hands. All of you in a space full of sounds — in the shade and in the light. You were called AUXOCHROME the one who captures color. I CHROMOPHORE — the one who gives color. You are all the combinations of numbers. life. My wish is to understand lines form shades movement. You fulfill and I receive. Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.