We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves. — Leonora Carrington Copy Share Image
“I am afraid I am going to drift into fiction, truthful but incomplete, for lack of some details which I cannot conjure up today… — Leonora Carrington Copy Share Image
“Even though you won't believe me my story is beautiful And the serpent that sang it Sang it from out of the well.” — Leonora Carrington Copy Share Image
People under seventy and over seven are very unreliable if they are not cats. — Leonora Carrington Copy Share Image
“Do not give up hope entirely in spite of the horror of your situation. I am mobilising all my mental capacities to obtain your… — Leonora Carrington Copy Share Image
One has to be careful what one takes when one goes away forever. — Leonora Carrington Copy Share Image
Wouldn't it be wonderful if I won a helicopter in a crossword puzzle competition? There is not much hope though I am afraid, as… — Leonora Carrington Copy Share Image
“Darling stop being philosophical, it doesn’t suit you, it makes your nose red.” — Leonora Carrington Copy Share Image
You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and… — Leonora Carrington Copy Share Image
I didn't have time to be anybody's muse; I was too busy rebelling against my parents and learning to be an artist. — Leonora Carrington Copy Share Image
Painting is my vehicle of transit. I don't always know where I am going or what it means. — Leonora Carrington Copy Share Image
