But can they great works get rid of the worm that lies gnawing at the roots of my heart? No, never.
EDVARD MUNCHNature is not only all that is visible to the eye. it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.
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This kind of painting with its large frames is a bourgeois drawing-room art. It is an art dealer’s art-and that came in after the civil wars following the French Revolution.
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My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? My art gives meaning to my life.
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Any number of holier-than-thou honorable realists walk around in the belief that they have accomplished something, simply because they tell you for the hundredth time that a field is green and a red-painted house is painted red.
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When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.
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It is better to have a good painting with ten holes than ten bad paintings without any holes.
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I learned early about the misery and dangers of life, and about the afterlife, about the external punishment which awaited the children of sin in Hell.
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Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.
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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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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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Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye. it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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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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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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What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
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There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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