Frida Kahlo

I drank to drown my pain, but the damned pain learned how to swim…

The skill of writing is to create a context in which other people can think.

I hope that while so many people are out smelling the flowers, someone is taking the time to plant some.

Let us endeavor to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

I think; therefore I am.

Sometimes it’s not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don’t mean.

The greatest challenge to any thinker is stating the problem in a way that will allow a solution.

Come to me, wild and untamed. Bring the oceans on your lips, the mountains on your spine; I want to explore all the places you have ever called home. Let me pluck each petal from the gardens you’ve grown, overcrowded seedlings pushing up through your bones. Come to me dipped in the stars, come to me wearing all your scars. I want to show you just how beautiful you are.

The man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready.

I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter.

When the mind is perfectly clear, what is is what we want.

I’m embarrassed to say a good chick flick – I’m an old romantic.

Imagine what a harmonious world it could be if every single person, young and old shared just a little of what he is good at doing.

The gifted man bears his gifts into the world, not for his own benefit, but for the people among whom he is placed; for the gifts are not his, he himself is a gift to the community.

People are used to being coddled.

I have a private life in which I do not permit interference. It must be respected.