Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera's relationship was art in itself.

As reported by Vanity Fair, the two officially met in 1927 in Mexico City when Kahlo approached Rivera to critique her work. They married two years later, but their life was far from "happily ever after." 

They divorced in 1940 ā€” only to remarry that same year on Rivera's 54 birthday. It was a tumultuous marriage with a rollercoaster of affairs from both Rivera and Kahlo; neither of them are free from blame. Their romance was messy, complicated, but it was authentic ā€” it was love

Kahlo herself wrote, "Nobody will ever know how much I love Diego," and that much is true. What we do know are the heartfelt letters she wrote to him and striking words said about him full of passion that makes us believe that the two groundbreaking artists were meant to be together, we're almost sure of it.

Here's 10 Kahlo quote about Rivera that prove love doesn't have to be perfect, but it's real, it's powerful, and it's so beautiful.


Love turned the iconic painter into a poet.


Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightning. The dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. My fingers touch your blood. All my joy is to feel life spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours."


She wasn't afraid to wear her emotions on her sleeves.

"All this anger has simply made me understand better that I love you more than my own skin, and that even though you don't love me as much, you love me a little anyway ā€” don't you? If this is not true, I'll always be hopeful that it could be, and that's enough for me." 


Even when they were separated, Kahlo knew that they would find their way back to each another.

"I saw Diego, and that helped more than anything else...I will marry Diego again...I am very happy."


Kahlo expressed that Rivera had taken over every fiber of her being.

"Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light."


Her words were as bold as her paintings.

"From you to my hands, I caress your entire body, and I am with you for a minute and I am with myself for a moment. And my blood is the miracle which runs in the vessels of the air from my heart to yours."


They were bewitched by their deep admiration for each other.

"I warn you that in this picture I am painting of Diego there will be colors which even I am not fully acquainted with. Besides, I love Diego so much I cannot be an objective speculator of him or his life."


And it wasn't the first time Rivera left Kahlo at a loss on how to create art because he transcended everything she knew.

"Iā€™d like to paint you, but there are no colors, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love."


Her love was utterly selfless.

"I don't want anything to hurt him, nothing to bother him and rob him of the energy he needs for living, for living as he likes, for painting, seeing, loving, eating, sleeping, being by himself, being with someone...but I'd never want him to be sad. If I had good health I would give him all of it, if I had youth, he could take it all."


She held nothing back.

"Diego = my husband / Diego = my friend / Diego = my mother / Diego = my father / Diego = my son / Diego = me / Diego = Universe."


She had a bond with him that was unbreakable.

"Diego was everything; my child, my lover, my universe."


This was a love for the ages.

"Diego, my love,

Remember that once you finish the fresco we will be together forever once and for all, without arguments or anything, only to love one another.

Behave yourself and do everything that Emmy Lou tells you.

I adore you more than ever.

Your girl, Frida

(Write me)."