Frida Kahlo
Frida Kahlo
Frida Kahlo de Rivera, born Magdalena Carmen Frieda Kahlo y Calderón, was a Mexican painter known for her self-portraits...
NationalityMexican
ProfessionPainter
Date of Birth6 July 1907
CityCoyoacan, Mexico
CountryMexico
thinking enduring-to-the-end the-end-of-the-day
At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.
i-love-you-more skins littles
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.
want muse subjects
I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.
leaving humans clumsy
I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
love-you wings sky
Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.
pain crazy flower
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”.
love-you rain love-is
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.
moving absolutes
Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.
pain passion bridges
Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change,
love hope recovery
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.