Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.
EDVARD MUNCHFor as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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My will exceeds my talents.
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Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye. it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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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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Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
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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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A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
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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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My breakthrough came very late in life, really only starting when I was 50. I had the strength for new deeds and ideas.
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By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life.
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One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
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In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head.
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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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Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
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What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
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The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
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