"(...)And yet, it took me a whole lifetime to realize that not everybody is the same and that people do only what they can, give only what they've got. And that it is precious. And I'm afraid that in my shortsightedness I didn't see others as they are but as I thought they should be. I saw love as my salvation. Love was my religion. I suppose everybody has a need to imagine their own god."

Parte da carta de Frida Kahlo para seu marido, Diego Rivera.
Do Livro Frida's Bed.