“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.”
— Edvard Munch
Author: Edvard Munch
Category: death
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Disease, insanity, and death were the angels
“Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.”
— Edvard Munch
Author: Edvard Munch
Category: death
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Nature is not only all that is
“Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye… it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.”
— Edvard Munch
Author: Edvard Munch
Category: nature
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I build a kind of wall between
“I build a kind of wall between myself and t he model so that I can paint in peace behind it. Otherwise, she might say something that confuses and distracts me.”
— Edvard Munch
Author: Edvard Munch
Category: peace
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No longer shall I paint interiors with
“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
Author: Edvard Munch
Category: women
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No longer shall I paint interiors with
“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
Author: Edvard Munch
Category: men
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Sickness, insanity and death were the angels
“Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.”
— Edvard Munch
Author: Edvard Munch
Category: death
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