Edvard Munch Quotes About Walking

Quotes about: Walking

• My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Sometimes I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm's edge, and there I shall walk until the day I finally fall into the abyss.

  Edvard Munch

  Fall, Jumping, Trying

  Ragna Thiis Stang, Edvard Munch (1979). “Edvard Munch: The Man and the Artist”

• I was walking along a path with two friends - the sun was setting - suddenly the sky turned blood red - I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence - there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city - my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety - and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

  Edvard Munch

  Fire, Blue, Blood

  Edvard Munch's Diary, January 22, 1892.

• I was walking down the road with two friends when the sun set; suddenly, the sky turned as red as blood. I stopped and leaned against the fence, feeling unspeakably tired. Tongues of fire and blood stretched over the bluish black fjord. My friends went on walking, while I lagged behind, shivering with fear. Then I heard the enormous infinite scream of nature.

  Edvard Munch

  Tired, Fire, Blood

  Edvard Munch, José María Faerna (1996). “Munch”, Harry N. Abrams

• I was walking along a road one evening – on one side lay the city, and below me was the fjord. The sun went down – the clouds were stained red, as if with blood. I felt as though the whole of nature was screaming – it seemed as though I could hear a scream. I painted that picture, painting the clouds like real blood. The colours screamed.

  Edvard Munch

  Real, Clouds, Blood

  Edvard Munch, Elvira Maluquer, Caja de Pensiones para la Vejez y de Ahorros. Centre Cultural (1986). “Much: catàleg de l'exposició 1863-1944 : 27 de gener-22 de març, 1987”

• 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.

  Edvard Munch

  Fear, Sky, Two Friends

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