If you are no stranger to the art world, then perhaps you are familiar with Mexican painter Frida Kahlo and her artwork. The artist has left a considerable impact not only on the art universe but also on Mexican ancestry and myriad people worldwide. Frida Kahlo art, which can be almost given its own distinctive art genre, is best known for its unflinching and beautifully colored self-portraits, which explore the issues of identity, the human body, and mortality.
In many Frida Kahlo paintings, the spectator can sense the struggles the artist endured due to the chronic pain caused by a bus accident when she was 18. Besides the depiction of pain and suffering, the artist was praised for her uncompromising portrayal of the feminine experience and her evident love for Mexico's colors and culture. However, the world remembers Kahlo not only for her mesmerizing artwork. The inspiring quotes Kahlo left behind still echo with millions of people who can relate to the struggles and experiences the artist went through.
Frida Kahlo quotes speak for themselves. She masterfully pieces simple words together and paints sentences that hit close to home for many. In her famous quotes, the artist conveys the importance of art, love, and being honest with yourself; she explores the essence of life, pain, suffering, and much more. And all these almost-poetry-sounding inspirational quotes, the artist has so beautifully portrayed in her works of art.
Below, we have compiled a list of quotes by Frida Kahlo that will undoubtedly strike a chord with you. There's something to discover for everyone. Is there a Frida Kahlo quote you particularly liked that has really sunk in? Let us know!
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Goodbye, and good riddance
"I hope the exit is joyful. And I hope never to return."
This was said by Frida prior to being released from the hospital. It is misused so often and misinterpreted that she was wishing to die when she said it. Not true at the time she spoke this famous quote.
Letting Pain Breathe Feels Better
"Don't build a wall around your suffering. It may devour you from the inside."
Negotiating like it’s my last call
"Doctor, if you let me drink this tequila, I promise I won't drink at my funeral."
Big Mood: Where’s My Partner?
"No place in life is sadder than an empty bed."
Painting: Easy to Start, Impossible to Master
"To paint is the most terrific thing that there is, but to do it well is very difficult."
Slowly Winning at Life
"I think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive."
Broken but still brushing life’s colors
"I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint."
Same System, Different Scars
"Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they’re not at all the same. But they’re both symptoms inside the white male power structure."
Guess we’re bad at keeping plans
"Mankind owns its destiny, and its destiny is the earth. We are destroying it until we have no destiny."
Mood: chaos meets karaoke night
"I want a storm to come and flood us into a song that no one wrote."
Holding Out for Your Words
"I’ll wait for you. You responded to a sense with your voice and I’m full of you, waiting for your words which will make me grow and will enrich me."
Love You’re Tripping Over, Literally
"I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving."
Love Should Feel Like Flying, Not Falling
"You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn't afraid to fall."
Guess Even Artists Need Company
"The fact that I painted myself twice, I think, is nothing but the representation of my loneliness."
Stranger Things, But Make It Personal
"Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you."
Healing beats self-sabotage every time
"To trap one’s self-suffering is to risk being devoured from the inside."
Art That Talks Back
"The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration."
When reality takes a weird left turn
"Surrealism is the magical surprise of finding a lion in a wardrobe, where you were 'sure' of finding shirts."
Goals: Relationship Edition
"You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin."
Not Falling For That Wingman Move
"Don't think I am going to sleep with you just because you took me under your wing."
Finally, Someone Gets It
"But then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do."
Brain teasing, not brainwashing
"I don’t want you to think like I do. I just want you to think."
Sky’s not the limit for love
"Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure."
No Fun? No Thanks
"It is not worthwhile to leave this world without having had a little fun in life."
When Trees Get Feels Too Deep
"Name of Diego. Name of love. Don’t let the tree get thirsty it loves you so much. It treasured your seed, it crystallized your life at six in the morning."
Behind the Curtain of Chaos
"I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of 'madness."
Rare honesty deserves rare rewards
"You deserve the best, the very best because you are one of the few people in this lousy world who are honest to themselves, and that is the only thing that really counts."
Shockingly Resilient, Who Knew?
"At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can."
Life’s Only Constant Is Change
"Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away."
Laughter: Lowkey Life Fuel
"Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light."
Ghosting but make it heartfelt
"I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you."
Existence Just Got Brutally Smart
"Pain, pleasure, and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence."
Mind-Blowing Word Chemistry
"Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light."
When the blues turned into bubbles
"I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling."
Self-Love, Then Everything Else
"Fall in love with yourself, with life, and then with whoever you want."
Plot Twist: Parenthood Over Marriage
"One day they asked me who I wanted to marry, and I said I would not marry, but I did want to have a child by Diego Rivera."
Love’s gift you never asked for
"I would like to give you everything I never had, but not even then would you know how beautiful is it to love you."
This Hit Different Than Expected
"Never in all my life will I forget your presence. You found me torn to pieces, and you sent me back whole, complete."
Art: Grief’s Unlikely Sidekick
"I lost three children and a series of other things that would have fulfilled my horrible life. My painting took the place of all of this."
Too Many Feels, Too Few Colors
"I'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."
Missing Voices, Missing Truths
"It's not possible to present an accurate picture of our culture without all the voices of the people in the culture."
Death’s got nothing on me
"There is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live."
Built to Survive My Chaos
"I have struggled and suffered so much that I deserve something whole, intense, indestructible."
Mood: existential and tired
"I am essence. I am an idiot. I am tenacious. I am. I simply am."
Creativity, No Filter Needed
"I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration."
I’m Just Over Here Shaking My Head
"I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: 'Poor thing, she's crazy!'"
Time’s Up, No Rewinds
"Remember that every tick-tock is a second of life that goes by and doesn't repeat itself."
Plot Twist: Trust Both Carefully
"They say never trust a limping dog or the tears of a woman."
Sick Days Are Emotional Shields
"We like being sick to protect ourselves. Someone – something – always protects us from the truth – Our own ignorance and fear. Fear of everything – fear of knowing that we are no more than vectors direction construction and destruction to be alive."
Science got poetic for a sec
"My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours."
Not dreaming, just realities rearranged
"They thought I was a surrealist, but I wasn’t. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality."
Making Friends With Myself
"I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone because I am the person I know best."
Plot twist: love’s wildest crash
"There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst."
Mood swings but make it art
"My subjects have always been my sensations, my states of mind, and the profound reactions that life has been producing in me."
Low-Key Staring, Not Sorry
"You too know that all my eyes see, all touch with myself, from any distance, is you."
Plot Twist: Heaven’s Just the Start
"I heaven you, so my wings will open wide to love you boundlessly."
Carrying Your Chaos Like a Trophy
"As always, when I walk away from you, I carry your world and your life with me, and that's what I can't recover from."
Mood swings but make it artsy
"I'd arrange flowers, all day long, I'd paint; pain, love, and tenderness."
Color Wars: Who’s Really Painter?
"You were called autochrome, the one who captures color. I chromophore — the one who gives color."
Money talks, but empathy’s silent
"This upper class is disgusting and I'm furious at all these rich people here, having seen thousands of people in abject squalor."
When democracy gives you lemons, Europe’s the punchline
"I am nauseated by all these rotten people in Europe – and these 'democracies' are not worth even a crumb."
Fear’s Origins: Meet Your Imaginary Backup
"What I wanted to express, more intensely and clearly was that the reason people needed to invent or imagine heroes and gods is pure fear."
Guess I’m homeschooled now
"When I recovered more or less, the doctors didn't allow me to come back to school."
Brainpower Unlocked
"The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence."
When Your Throat Pretends It’s a Black Hole
"I felt that something was in my throat, just as if I had swallowed the whole world."
Can’t hide that vibe
"Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it from the street."
When the vibe hits just right
"All of you in a space full of sounds — in the shade and in the light."
Plot Twist: Guess Who’s Got the Stache
"Of the opposite sex, I have the mustache and, in general, the face."
Lowkey owning this vibe
"So forgotten and so firm. Snail shells and the bride-doll is yours too – I mean, it is you."
Well, That Escalated Quickly
"Perhaps it is expected that I should lament about how I have suffered living with a man like Diego."
Guess you liked multitasking men
"You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand."
Masterpiece energy, but make it chill
"My paintings are well-painted, not nimbly but patiently."
When barely surviving feels revolutionary
"I have to fight with all my strength to contribute the few positive things my health allows me to the revolution"
Dad’s lessons hit different, huh?
"I am in agreement with everything my father taught me and nothing my mother taught me."
Work Therapy, But Make It Art
"I have never expected anything from my work but the satisfaction I could get from it by the very fact of painting and saying what I couldn’t say otherwise."
This hit different, huh?
"The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is him."
This Hit Too Close to Home
"I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyway, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and I’m satisfied with that."
Waking Up to Unexpected Comfort
"It is six o’clock in the morning and the turkeys are singing, the warmth of human tenderness. Companionable solitude. Never, in all my life will I forget your presence. You took me to you when I was shattered and you restored me to a complete whole. In this small world, where shall I turn my eyes? It’s deep immense!"
Café Philosophers Anonymous
"They sit for hours in the cafes, warming their precious behinds and talking without stopping about culture, art, revolution, and so on and so forth, thinking themselves the gods of the world, dreaming the most fantastic nonsenses and poisoning the air with theories and theories that never come true."
When silence screams louder than words
"Quietly, the grief, loudly the pain. The accumulated poison love faded away. Mine was a strange world of criminal silences of strangers' watchful eyes misreading the evil. Darkness in the daytime, I didn’t live the nights."
Deep Thoughts But Make It Cosmic
"Through the round numbers and the colored nerves, the stars are made and the worlds are sounds."
Doing Good Flexes My Strength
"I must fight with all my strength so that the little positive things that my health allows me to do might be pointed toward helping the revolution."
So much pain, still all in for Diego
"I have no words to tell you how much I have been suffering and knowing how much I love Diego you must understand that these troubles will never end in my life."
Art That’s Honestly Just Me
"Really, I do not know whether my paintings are surrealist or not, but I do know that they are the frankest expression of myself."
Well, That Took a Dark Turn
"People, in general, are scared to death of the war and all the exhibitions have been a failure."
Grace in his every step
"My father, Guillermo Kahlo, was a fascinating man, quite elegant when moving, when walking."
When Hunger Calls the Shots
"I no longer have even the slightest hope. It all moves to the beat of which my belly holds."
Flying solo but still winging it
"My Diego, I'm no longer alone. Wings? You keep me company."
“When You Wing It and It Works”
"I didn't study with Diego. I didn't study with anyone. I just started to paint."
Basic facts that should’ve been obvious all along
"So at the emerging level, you can't have a good survey art show without women and artists of color."
Small Head, Big Mood
"The most important part of the body is the brain. Of my face, I like the eyebrows and eyes. Aside from that, I like nothing. My head is too small."
When Feels Become Self-Portraits
"Since my subjects have always been my sensations, my states of mind, and the profound reactions that life has been producing in me, I have frequently objectified all this in figures of myself, which were the most sincere and real thing that I could do in order to express what I felt inside and outside of myself."
Words playing hide and seek
"No moon, sun, diamond, hands – fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming."
Stubborn Minds Need Not Apply
"And to hold on to some dogged idea forever is a little rigid and maybe naive."
When feelings hit harder than words
"If only, I had his caresses upon me. As the air touches the earth – the reality of his person would make me merrier, it would take me away from the feeling which fills me with gray. Nothing inside me would be so deep, so final. But, how can I explain to him my need for tenderness! My loneliness over the years. My structure displeases me because of its lack of harmony, and its unfitness. I think it would be better for me to go, to go and not to run away. If it were all over within an instant."
Waiting on hope feels impossible sometimes
"They amputated my leg 6 months ago It seemed to me centuries of torture and at times I nearly went crazy. I still feel like committing suicide Diego prevents me from doing it in the vain belief that maybe he will need me. He has told me so and I believe him. But I have never suffered so much in my life. I’ll wait a while."
Still Vibes, Forever Echoed
"You left us, Chabela Villasenor. But your voice, your electricity, your enormous talent, your poetry, your light, your mystery, all that remains of you – is still alive."
This Feels Like Forever
"Years. Waiting with anguish hidden away, my spine is broken, and the immense glance, footless through the vast path… Carrying on my life enclosed in steel."
Fear Wrote Their Fanfiction
"What I wanted to express very clearly and intensely was that the reason these people had to invent or imagine heroes and gods is pure fear. Fear of life and fear of death."
This guy really knows how to snack in style
"It gave him (Diego) great pleasure when I arrived with the midday meal in a basket covered with flowers."
Plot twist: Surrealism found me first
"I never knew I was a surrealist till André Breton came to Mexico and told me I was."
Marriage? Not in this lifetime
"I cannot speak of Diego as my husband because that term when applied to him, is an absurdity."
When worry meets weird hope
"It is certain that they are going to amputate my right leg. Details I don’t know much but the opinions are very reliable. Dr. Luis Mendes and Dr. Juan Farill. I’m very very, worried, but at the same time, I feel it would be a relief. In the hope that when I walk again I’ll give what remains of my courage to Diego. Everything for Diego."
Honestly, It’s the Little Weird Stuff
"What do you think matters most for a good marriage?"
Art Therapy, but Make It Real
"A despair which no words can describe. I’m still eager to live. I’ve started to paint again. A little picture to give to Dr. Farill on which I’m working with all my love. I feel uneasy about my painting."
Existence, but make it poetic
"There isn’t enough time there, isn’t enough nothing. There is the only reality. What once was is long gone! What remains, are the transparent roots appearing transformed into an eternal fruit tree Your fruits already give scent your flowers give color blooming in the joy of wind and flower."
Genetic remix: eyes and body edition
"I physically resemble both of my parents. I have my mother's eyes and my father's body."
