“She thought of all the people in all the paintings she had seen that day, not just Father's, in all the paintings of the world, in fact. Their eyes, the particular turn of a head, their loneliness or suffering or… — 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
