The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
EDVARD MUNCHAnybody who perceives colors can become a painter. It’s simply a question of whether or not one has felt anything and whether one has the courage to recount the things one has felt.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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I was walking along the road with two friends. The sun set. I felt a tinge of melancholy. Suddenly the sky became a bloody red. I stood there, trembling with fright. And I felt a loud, unending scream piercing nature.
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Without fear and illness, I could never have accomplished all I have.
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A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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I do not believe in the art which is not the compulsive result of man’s urge to open his heart.
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It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.
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A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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Just as Leonardo da Vinci studied human anatomy and dissected corpses, so I try to dissect souls.
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Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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When I paint, I never think of selling. People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves as we strive for greater heights.
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The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose.
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No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.
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My will exceeds my talents.
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I don’t believe in an art that is not born out of man’s need to open his heart.
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The camera will never compete with the brush and the palette, until such time as photographs can be taken in Heaven or Hell.
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Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
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