Author: Edvard Munch

Quotes

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

- Edvard Munch

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

- Edvard Munch

I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

- Edvard Munch

I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.

I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.

- Edvard Munch

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.

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.

- Edvard Munch

A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.

A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.

- Edvard Munch

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.

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.

- Edvard Munch

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.

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.

- Edvard Munch

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

- Edvard Munch

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