Occupation: Painter Birth: July 6, 1907 Death: July 13, 1954
I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy as long as I can paint..
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 ….
I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better..
I paint flowers so they will not die..
I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim..
Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure..
Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the whi….
At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can..
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 t….
Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change..
Mankind owns its destiny, and its destiny is the earth. We are destroying it until we have no destiny..
There is nothing more precious than laughter.
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 lik….
My paintings are well-painted, not nimbly but patiently. My painting contains in it the message of pain. I think that at least a few people are inter….
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 ….
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit..
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..
Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away..
pain, pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence.
Everyone's opinions about things change over time. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And to hold onto some dogged idea forever is a little rig….