1. I was born a bitch. I was born a painter.
2. Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
3. I paint flowers so they will not die.
4. There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.
5. 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.
6. The most interesting thing about the so-called lies of Diego is that, sooner or later, the ones involved in the imaginary tale get angry, not because of the lies, but because of the truth contained in the lies, which always comes forth.
7. I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
8. I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
9. They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn’t. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
10. I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows, but now the damned things have learned to swim.
11. I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint.
12. I think that little by little I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.
13. At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.
14. Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light.
15. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.
16. 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.
17. 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.
18. 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.
19. I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.
20. Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself.
22. 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.
23. You deserve the best, the very best, because you are one of the few people in this lousy world who are honest to themselves, and that is the only thing that really counts.
24. 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.
25. My painting carries with it the message of pain.
26. Painting completed my life.
27. People in general are scared to death of the war and all the exhibitions have been a failure, because the rich don’t want to buy anything.
28. Diego was everything; my child, my lover, my universe.
29. I cannot speak of Diego as my husband because that term, when applied to him, is an absurdity. He never has been, nor will he ever be, anybody’s husband.
30. Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.
31. 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”.
32. Pain, pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence.
33. No moon, sun, diamond, hands —
fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea.
pine green, pink glass, eye,
mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.”
34. I want to be inside your darkest everything.
36. Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.
37. I am nauseated by all these rotten people in Europe – and these fucking “democracies” are not worth even a crumb.
38. 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.
40. To feel the anguish of waiting for the next moment and of taking part in the complex current (of affairs) not knowing that we are headed toward ourselves, through millions of stone beings – of bird beings – of star beings – of microbe beings – of fountain beings toward ourselves.
41. I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better.
42. I hope the exit is joyful. And I hope never to return.
Frida Kahlo de Rivera
Magdalena Carmen Frieda Kahlo y Calderón
(July 6, 1907 – July 13, 1954)
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