What did Frida Kahlo mean by: My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours. - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico Copy
+ I love you more than my own skin. Feraz Zeid, October 1, 2023December 26, 2023, Frida Kahlo, I Love You, Skins, 0 - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
+ I paint flowers so they will not die. Feraz Zeid, June 19, 2023December 12, 2023, Frida Kahlo, Artist, Flower, Paint, 0 - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
+ Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change. Feraz Zeid, September 29, 2023December 26, 2023, Frida Kahlo, Bridges, Pain, Passion, 0 - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
+ What would I do without the absurd and the ephemeral? Feraz Zeid, September 14, 2023December 24, 2023, Frida Kahlo, Absurd, Ephemeral, 0 - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
+ I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Frida Kahlo, Muse, Subjects, 0 - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
+ Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly? Feraz Zeid, September 7, 2023December 26, 2023, Frida Kahlo, Art, Strong Women, Uplifting, 0 - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
+ I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Frida Kahlo, Sorrow, Swim, 0 - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
+ I paint my own reality. Feraz Zeid, September 22, 2023December 24, 2023, Frida Kahlo, Art, Painting, Reality, 0 - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Everyone, when there’s war in the air, learns to live in a new element: falsehood. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
