From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
EDVARD MUNCHThe 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.
More Edvard Munch Quotes
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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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And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
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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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There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love.
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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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Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.
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Anybody 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.
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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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Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?
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The viewers must come to understand the sacredness of painting, so they will remove their hats as if they were in church.
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A work of art can only come from the interior of man. Art is the form of the image formed upon the nerves, heart, brain and eye of man.
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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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What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
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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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A work of art comes only from inside a human being.
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