“At this stage of life, he'd better just lean into love, because if he fell, he feared he might break a hip.” — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
That a thing made by hand, the work and thought of a single craftsman, can endure much longer than its maker, through… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
God taking from us and loving us at the same time by providing comforters was a kind of spiritual equanimity. It seemed… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
Everybody works . . . . That's what life is. Work and a little play and a lot of prayer. — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
“She thought of all the people in all the paintings she had seen that day, not just Father's, in all the paintings… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
“He had a thought that amused him. "Figures, still life, landscape, AND an animal! Zola, eat your hat!" he bellowed.” — susan vreeland Copy Share Image
“re: cutting glass..."You have to be in command of the glass, telling it where to release its hold on itself. Just like… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
“The painting showed she did not yet know that lives end abruptly, that much of living is repetition and separation, that buttons… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
“She was a desperate woman with frailties just like her, temptations just like her, a woman who had needs, a woman who… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
“The winsome lilt of Digna humming in the garden. Her knowing, almost teasing look, not quite a smile, when she knew she had the… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
“At this stage of life, he'd better just lean into love, because if he fell, he feared he might break a hip.” — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
“Bicyclist's Philosophy of Life..."It's a matter of faith. You can keep upright only by moving forward. You have to have your eyes on the… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
“How love builds itself unconsciously, he thought, out of the momentous ordinary.” — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
He and I had a bridge that no one else traveled that made us artistic lovers, passionate without a touch of the flesh. He… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
Look long enough, out or in, and you’ll be glad you are who you are. — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
“Now he knew . . . that there was nothing so vital as paying attention, and perfecting the humble offices of love.” — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
“Overblown responsibility was a part of my preoccupation with myself.” — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
That a thing made by hand, the work and thought of a single craftsman, can endure much longer than its maker, through centuries in… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
“No one but another painter could know the delicacy required to balance the complexities, to keep reality at bay in order to remain in… — Susan Vreeland Copy Share Image
