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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 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. | time kiss life love moment | Susan Vreeland | |
| 5bc1728 | I came to see that knowing what love isn't might be just as valuable, though infinitely less satisfying, as knowing what it is. | love | Susan Vreeland | |
| 5bcd89c | She was a desperate woman with frailties just like her, temptations just like 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 [...] | woman temptation faith family life love tears | Susan Vreeland | |
| 42e7b69 | The only place Aletta and I could be together unseen was just under the rafters in the church tower, a circumstance that propelled us into an earlier intimacy than what we would have known had we been permitted to walk together Sunday afternoons under the wide sky. | refuge secrecy young-love secrets intimacy | Susan Vreeland | |
| ba4a4d3 | No matter where life takes you,' she said, 'the place where you stand at any moment is holy ground. Love hard and love wide and love long, and you will find the goodness in it. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 9609bc7 | The heaviness of forgiveness descended the moment after I wrote the words. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 8e221ff | The trouble with us is that we've been too polite with each other. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| b1d273d | Thank the Lord you have a man as hardworking as Stijn. Work is love made plain, whether man's or woman's work, and you're a fool if you don't recognize it. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| f897633 | Her stony coldness was more convincing of the cataclysm than the dirt. Argument was as futile now as blame in Eden. I could not bear to look at her. She had cast away her soul. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| a88abbf | Never did she succumb to the cowardice of self-pity. I had fancied love a causal adjunct and not the central turning shaft making all the parts move. I had not stood astonished before the power of its turning. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 1a85b31 | She remembered wishing, one particular morning... that she might someday have someone to write to, that she could write at the end of a letter full of love and news, "As ever, your loving Magdalena Elisabeth." | Susan Vreeland | ||
| efb7bba | Non esiste un ingresso che immetta nella fortezza dell'anima. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 72aec33 | William uncorked the bottle and poured. 'Here's to the end of summer.' 'A beautiful summer,' Bernard added. 'I wish it would last forever,' Alice said. 'You wouldn't value it as much,' said Bernard. 'When joys are sparse, they sink into you more deeply. | Susan Vreeland | ||
| 1067193 | Nu mai erau oameni pe strada. Erau zvonuri care carau genti. | Markus Zusak | ||
| bca65a5 | I love you so much that I hated you for a while. And now that I know that you are damaged, I love you even more. Perfect things are not relatable. Unbreakable is fascinating, but not lovable. | L.J. Shen | ||
| 8f29482 | Un pequeno detalle: Moriras"." -- | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3a5d7ec | All you need to know about life is that it's just like an hourglass. Sometimes you're down, and sometimes, up. And right now, I'm up, baby. So. Flipping. High. | L.J. Shen | ||
| e846a27 | and if you need a helping hand, you know mine is good for more than fingering. | L.J. Shen | ||
| e8053d7 | High school is a great place to murder a soul. The deities don't care, and the mortals are too busy trying to survive. | L.J. Shen | ||
| a344894 | Celian: If you two were to read anything more substantial than the National Enquirer, such as our company's newsletter from three months ago, you would know that messenger chats on our web software are now publicly available to view by any user in the company. | L.J. Shen | ||
| 373d7a8 | Bluish light enveloped the angles of Vicious's | L.J. Shen | ||
| ebba573 | SNAILED | L.J. Shen |