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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1f76e40 | painting. Carefully, I took down the goat, the chicken, and me and | Susan Vreeland | ||
| c0edbd0 | 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 | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 19cd47e | 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. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 7e822c4 | 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. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 56defe3 | To feel the coolness of the blue glass, like solid pieces of the sea. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 4500c2d | Art for art's sake, we say, because beauty blesses humanity with a better life. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| b6fbb19 | Train yourselves by seeking and acknowledging beauty moment by moment every day of your lives, | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 8411c03 | Exercise your eyes. Take pleasure in the grace of shape and the excitement of color. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 90bf0eb | Be courageous with color. Let it pour out of you. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| ff2fdab | Nature is God's work, so I say nature motifs are just as spiritual, just as inspirational, as biblical images. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 8dc8cbd | 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? | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 324cdbb | 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. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 302a77a | His intensity was magnetic, irresistible. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| d275f44 | life we can't control, she thought. We must accept the cork we are and stay afl, and bob gaily when we can. She | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 815b55a | 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. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| f1e42b3 | If I don't love the feelings I have while creating those windows, I'm only working for coin and not from soul. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 410714e | A moon of startling brightness rose over the rooftops, lifted on a divine, invisible thread... | moonrise | Susan Vreeland | |
| 6ebd8a3 | 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. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 5b6f7c7 | I wanted to talk to the animals like Dr. Dolittle. | Animals | ||
| c2b0e3a | 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. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 8724f0a | 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 | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 7490307 | 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. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| a628643 | The notion of lovers living together is altogether too demanding. One can be caught so unready. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| fe43523 | That I was, in fact, indifferent to my husband's indiscretions testified, to me foremost, that our love was of a tepid paleness. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 0b69fc0 | Therefore, what I had been taught to fear I now embraced. Betrayal- his or mine, it didn't matter- freed me. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 3f3aaf7 | This girl, when she became a woman, would risk all, sacrifice all, overlook and endure all in order to be one with her beloved. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 33b4aaa | If, indeed, that was love, it wasn't enough. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 4ba171b | No need to worry. Diamonds are made under pressure, and you're our brilliant Claire. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 49ad92b | 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... | Susan Vreeland | ||
| a64d089 | 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. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 0ccbe6f | 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. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 2e5a4b0 | We are not botanists. We are artists. Suggest nature, but conventionalize it. Stylize it. Simplify it to its contour lines to convey structure. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| baf9e91 | had been at the Vanderbilt mansion in Hyde Park all week, | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 90b274e | 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--" | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 97c4b65 | What I want to do and what I have to do are always fighting each other like alley cats. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 24f59a6 | put herself back together again and again. She would drink the forest liquids and drench herself in possibility. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| eca7848 | at age seventy-four, she was asked what had been the outstanding events of her life. She responded, "Work and more work! . . . loving everything terrifically. . . . The outstanding event to me is the doing--which I am still at." | Susan Vreeland | ||
| bc4e141 | Should I explain to him Galileo's discovery that we are not what we thought--that our lives are made smaller by the unimportance of our dwelling place on the periphery, like a touch of color at the edge of a painting, contributing to the whole but unnoticed by most? | Susan Vreeland | ||
| b3d6b13 | Before this I had always held back, had never lived freely, not with Pietro, not even with Palmira, but here, where nothing was known, I did not fear judgment, and because Father and I shared the same sensibilities, all the rigidness of my living melted and I felt myself coming into myself. If it was genuine, if it would last, it was a wonderful feeling. | life purpose | Susan Vreeland | |
| 6318fc9 | How does one end a moment like this? It would kill her to feel him pull away. She had to be first. In a moment. One moment more. Yes. Now | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 13e9d0a | Paint a self-portrait, for our parlor. I want to see that one eyebrow permanently arched, permanently skeptical--the look of someone who doesn't suffer prudes easily. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| ccfd8aa | I had brought something out of the earth, and it was used to make something beautiful. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 8648c23 | When something changes your life, Lisette, you remember everything. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| de10719 | It was strange: When you reduced even a fledgling love affair to its essentials - I loved her, she maybe loved me, I was foolish, I suffered - it became vacuous and trite, meaningless to anyone else. In the end, it's only the moments that we have, the kiss on the palm, the joint wonder at the furrowed texture of a fir trunk or at the infinitude of grains of sand in a dune. Only the moments. | kiss life love moment time | Susan Vreeland |