98 Quotes by Susan Vreeland

Love is so easily bruised by the necessity of making choices.

Surely a woman, not just a painter, needs a place where she can nurture her individuality, where she can become. Pascal.

Train yourselves by seeking and acknowledging beauty moment by moment every day of your lives,” he told them. “Exercise your eyes. Take pleasure in the grace of shape and the excitement of color.

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.

Oh, there had been occasions of passion, but was that love? I had a sentimental notion... that love meant one would risk all, sacrifice all, overlook and endure all in order to be one with the beloved.

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.

No matter where life takes you,’ she said, ’the place where you stand at any moment is holy ground.

Therefore, what I had been taught to fear I now embraced. Betrayal- his or mine, it didn’t matter- freed me.

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.