Frida Kahlo Quotes

It is not in the world of ideas that life is lived. Life is lived for better or worse in life, and to a man in life, his life can be no more absurd than it can be the opposite of absurd, whatever that opposite may be.

The meaningless absurdity of life is the only incontestable knowledge accessible to man.

I am not a logician. I am an existentialist. I believe in this meaningless, beautiful chaos of existence, and I am ready to go with it wherever it leads.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

There's nothing more ironic or contradictory than life itself.

Well, life is dark, isn't it? Mostly, it's dreadful. At the same time, death is funny too. I mean, look at the fuss we make of it.

For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.

We come. We go. And in between we try to understand.

We are here and it is now. Further than that, all human knowledge is moonshine.

Life is but a moment, death also is but another.

Between us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.

At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

Our time on Earth is so random.

Once life is finished it acquires a sense; up to that point it has not got a sense; its sense is suspended and therefore ambiguous.

Life itself is pretty funny when you realize how absurd it can be.

Human life is beyond comprehension.

The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.

I see the state of all of us who live, nothing more than phantoms or a weightless shadow.

I find life so shocking in general. Everything about it surprises me.

I guess what I always found funny was the human condition.

I feel our relationship to life, to the rest of the world, is very tenuous. It feels fleeting.

It even feels absurd to be writing or singing a song at all - in the context of actual death, being alive feels absurd.

My search not only failed, but I convinced myself that all those who had searched like myself had failed also, and come like me to the despairing conviction that the only absolute knowledge man can possess is this—that life is without a meaning.

It is meaningless that we are born, it is meaningless that we die.