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In this universe where I knew now we were not the center, where I was as insignificant and unremarkable as a grain of salt seen from a tower, God still allowed me to take my next breath.
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Which one is really my child? The one I brought forth with my own groans who has no liking for the thing I love most in all the world, or the stranger's child whom fate placed in my life, the one who is absorbing and treasuring every word I give her, whose eyes are learning every day, whom I would love to teach...
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teacher
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teaching
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I know. But it's got to be this way, that she isn't sure, so people looking at it a long time from now, women and men too, might feel badly, might even weep that at some ignorant time there was once a woman raped who was pressured, even expected, to kill herself.
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rape
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To celebrate, I decorated my mess tin with a yellow dandelion blossom. It looked like the sun I so rarely see. Van Gogh would have liked it.
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A year passes like a revolving wheel, and when the spoke of January comes round again, it finds itself in a different place. And so with pain. It does not leave us where it found us.
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I leaned out the window to feel the night's deep blue, the same dark air that surrounded him in Genoa or Paris or wherever he was. I would give a great deal to know what he was thinking right at this moment. If a person could know for certain what the other person was thinking or doing, then loneliness might cease to exist in the world.
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loneliness
humanity
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At some times in our lives, our passion makes us perpetrators of hurt and loss. At other times we are the ones who are hurt--all in the name of art. Sometimes we get what we want. Sometimes we pay for another to get what he or she wants.
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pain
passion
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Look and look and don't ever forget. Now, close your eyes. Here, give me your hand. And just feel. Can you feel the Earth move?
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Palmira. She's like an apparition floating unknowingly into her future,' I said. 'Here for too brief a time.
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time
daughters
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That's what great art is supposed to do--help us to live in the spirit and die at peace.
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But even one-way love, fleeting love, is better than no love at all. I'm grateful for having had the feeling.
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painting. Carefully, I took down the goat, the chicken, and me and
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She plucked a raspberry. Sweet juice, sweet pleasure. Within the tangle of tendrils, inside a blossom, a tiny bead was kisses and blessed by the sun, from which it took in light and warmth and heaven's rain imbued with the richness of the soil of France. All of the elements of the river world helped that bead to expand and multiply into sheer casings for sweet pulp, wedge together in a knobby globe until it released its juice in her mouth
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Si. Ma la bellezza non e tutto. E' meglio essere assetati di bellezza e comprenderla, che essere belli e basta. Alla fine la vita risulta piu ricca. Un giorno forse lo imparera.
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One more thing. She wears Patchouli. Every tart in Montmartre wears it. Place Pigalle reeks of it. If she wants to carry out her pose as an aristocrat, she ought to refine her tastes.
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To feel the coolness of the blue glass, like solid pieces of the sea.
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Art for art's sake, we say, because beauty blesses humanity with a better life.
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Train yourselves by seeking and acknowledging beauty moment by moment every day of your lives,
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Exercise your eyes. Take pleasure in the grace of shape and the excitement of color.
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Be courageous with color. Let it pour out of you.
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Nature is God's work, so I say nature motifs are just as spiritual, just as inspirational, as biblical images.
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Was it wrong for me to want more than constrained existence? Wrong to hunger for change, new faces, a full life? Surprises to please my eyes and ears?
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Styles are merely the copying of what others have done, perhaps done better than we. God has given us our talents so as not to copy the talents of others, but rather to use our own imagination to obtain the revelation of True Beauty.
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His intensity was magnetic, irresistible.
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life we can't control, she thought. We must accept the cork we are and stay afl, and bob gaily when we can. She
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I had always held the notion that if two people love the same thing, they must love each other as well, but now the memories of that love had been tarnished by betrayal.
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If I don't love the feelings I have while creating those windows, I'm only working for coin and not from soul.
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A moon of startling brightness rose over the rooftops, lifted on a divine, invisible thread...
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moonrise
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God taking from us and loving us at the same time by providing comforters was a kind of spiritual equanimity. It seemed a phenomenon of life how a death insinuates us into the debt of those who stand by us in trouble and console us.
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Edwin must have extended himself to this woman who the world would never know existed. His compassion for others had a strange effect on me. Every time I learned of some help he gave to someone, I felt he was giving the kindness to me.
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docks--I thought of these acts as love offerings to me. Despite the time and intensity he gave to others, he made me feel that I was the vessel into which he was pouring his best self. I realized I had come to love him for his hunger to bless. The
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Poor fool, ruining his life for a piece of cloth smeared with mineral paste, for a fake, I had to tell myself, a mere curiosity.
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The notion of lovers living together is altogether too demanding. One can be caught so unready.
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That I was, in fact, indifferent to my husband's indiscretions testified, to me foremost, that our love was of a tepid paleness.
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Therefore, what I had been taught to fear I now embraced. Betrayal- his or mine, it didn't matter- freed me.
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This girl, when she became a woman, would risk all, sacrifice all, overlook and endure all in order to be one with her beloved.
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If, indeed, that was love, it wasn't enough.
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No need to worry. Diamonds are made under pressure, and you're our brilliant Claire.
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She wasn't at peace the way that artist painted her. She was leaning forward, and the rigidness of her spine showed the ache in her soul. She was a desperate woman with frailties just like her, temptations just liker her, a woman who had needs, a woman who loved almost to the point of there being no more her anymore, a woman who probably cried too much, just like her, a woman afraid, wanting to believe rather than believing...
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There was something in this girl he could never grasp, an inner life inscrutable to him. He was in awe of the child's flights of fancy, her insatiable passion always to be running off somewhere, her active inner life.
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Her chest ached like a dull wound when she realized that her silence did not cause him a moment's reflection or curiosity. When she looked out the corner of her eye at him, she could not tell what she meant to him... Another wish that never would come true, she saw then, even if she lived forever, was that he, that someone, would look at her not as an artistic study, but with love.
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Susan Vreeland |
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We are not botanists. We are artists. Suggest nature, but conventionalize it. Stylize it. Simplify it to its contour lines to convey structure.
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Susan Vreeland |
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had been at the Vanderbilt mansion in Hyde Park all week,
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Has it ever occurred to you that to clutch at life fearfully, unwilling to spend it, is not a form of gratitude to God for life?" Lizzie looked at her as if pained by some bright light. "But to fling one's whole being at a goal of interpreting God's creation--"
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