Top 30 Frida Kahlo Quotes

I love you more than my own skin.

Of the opposite sex, I have the moustache and, in general, the face.

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

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

I love you more than my own skin.

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

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.

I put on the canvas whatever comes into my mind.

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 put on the canvas whatever comes into my mind.

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

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 paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

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

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

They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn’t. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

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

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

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

I paint flowers so they will not die.

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.

There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn’t. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

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

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

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

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.

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

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