Look long enough, out or in, and you’ll be glad you are who you are.
He and I had a bridge that no one else traveled that made us artistic lovers, passionate without a touch of the flesh. He made me thrive, and valuing… - Susan Vreeland
He and I had a bridge that no one else traveled that made us artistic lovers, passionate without a touch of the flesh. He made me thrive, and valuing…
- Susan Vreeland
Look long enough, out or in, and you’ll be glad you are who you are. - Susan Vreeland
Think hard before you begin, then enter the work. - Susan Vreeland
Think hard before you begin, then enter the work.
That a thing made by hand, the work and thought of a single craftsman, can endure much longer than its maker, through centuries in fact, can survive … - Susan Vreeland
That a thing made by hand, the work and thought of a single craftsman, can endure much longer than its maker, through centuries in fact, can survive …
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 de… - Susan Vreeland
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 de…
What the world calls failure, I call learning. - Susan Vreeland
What the world calls failure, I call learning.
If two people love the same thing, she reasoned, then they must love each other, at least a little, even if they never say it. - Susan Vreeland
If two people love the same thing, she reasoned, then they must love each other, at least a little, even if they never say it.
I remember being disappointed when Papa had shown me Caravaggio's Judith. She was completely passive while she was sawing through a man's neck. Carav… - Susan Vreeland
I remember being disappointed when Papa had shown me Caravaggio's Judith. She was completely passive while she was sawing through a man's neck. Carav…
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 becam… - Susan Vreeland
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 becam…
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