Susan Vreeland > Quotes

“You know, bicycling isn't just a matter of balance," I said. "it's a matter of faith. You can keep upright only by moving forward. You have to have your eyes on the goal, not the ground. I'm going to call that the Bicyclist's Philosophy of Life.”
― Susan Vreeland, Clara and Mr. Tiffany

“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 natural catastrophe, neglect, and even mistreatment, has always filled me with wonder. Sometimes in museums, looking at a humble piece of pottery from ancient Persia or Pompeii, or a finely wrought page from a medieval illuminated manuscript toiled over by a nameless monk, or a primitive tool with a carved handle, I am moved to tears. The unknown life of the maker is evanescent in its brevity, but the work of his or her hands and heart remains.”
― 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 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.”
― Susan Vreeland

“Everybody works . . . . That's what life is. Work and a little play and a lot of prayer.”
― Susan Vreeland, Girl in Hyacinth Blue

“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.”
― Susan Vreeland, Girl in Hyacinth Blue

“A hard choice. Water or books. Hmm. One could always have wine instead.”
― Susan Vreeland, Clara and Mr. Tiffany

“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, Girl in Hyacinth Blue

“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 that, I could do nothing that would endanger it.”
― Susan Vreeland, Clara and Mr. Tiffany

“Things that have been lost and then found are doubly precious, don't you think. People too.”
― Susan Vreeland, Clara and Mr. Tiffany

“How love builds itself unconsciously, he thought, out of the momentous ordinary.”
― Susan Vreeland, Girl in Hyacinth Blue

“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. Caravaggio gave all the feeling to the man. Apparently, he couldn't imagine a woman to have a single thought. I wanted to paint her thoughts, if such a thing were possible -- determination and concentration and belief in the absolute necessity of the act. The fate of her people resting on her shoulders...”
― Susan Vreeland, The Passion of Artemisia

“She sat very still, listening to a stream gurgling, the breeze soughing through upper branches, the melodious kloo-klack of ravens, the nyeep-nyeep of nuthatches - all sounds chokingly beautiful. She felt she could hear the cool clean breath of growing things - fern fronds, maple leaves, white trillium petals, tree trunks, each in its rightful place.”
― Susan Vreeland, The Forest Lover

“What the world calls failure, I call learning.”
― Susan Vreeland, Clara and Mr. Tiffany

“Maybe that's what love was -- walking willingly into the unknown for the sake of the other.”
― Susan Vreeland, The Forest Lover

“Work is love made plain, whether man’s work or woman’s work.”
― Susan Vreeland, Girl in Hyacinth Blue

“What could she possibly have done that was so heinous as to earn her a lifetime of self-mortification? No one short of a tyrant deserved such unremitting agony. I cried there with her, for her, for Eve, for sorrows past, for sorrows yet to come. I put my pencil away. It was wrong to draw live pain. If there had been an artist at Bethany, it would have been wrong to intrude his chalk or charcoal on Mary Magdalene’s weeping as she washed Jesus’ feet. Some things were too raw for art until time dulled their sharpness.”
― Susan Vreeland, The Passion of Artemisia

“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 death insinuates us into the debt of those who stand by us in trouble and console us.”
― Susan Vreeland, Clara and Mr. Tiffany

“Love is so easily bruised by the necessity of making choices.”
― Susan Vreeland, The Passion of Artemisia

“No matter where life takes you,’ she said, ‘the place where you stand at any moment is holy ground.”
― Susan Vreeland, Lisette's List

“In the end, it's only the moments that we have.”
― Susan Vreeland, Girl in Hyacinth Blue

“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 goal, not the ground.”
― Susan Vreeland

“I've come to think that if doing something simple or silly can give a person pleasure, then, by God, do it”
― Susan Vreeland, Luncheon of the Boating Party

“Amar es ponerse al cuello el nudo corredizo de la ilusión; adorar a alguien mientras pareces asfixiarte. Pero incluso el amor no correspondido, el amor fugaz, es mejor que nada.”
― Susan Vreeland, The Passion of Artemisia

“No matter where life takes you...the place where you stand at any moment is holy ground. Love hard and love wide and love long, and you will find goodness in it.”
― Susan Vreeland, Lisette's List

“People who would be that close to her, she thought, a matter of a few arms' lengths, looking, looking, and they would never know her.”
― Susan Vreeland, Girl in Hyacinth Blue

“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, Luncheon of the Boating Party

“Allowing beauty a place in the soul was a powerful antidote to the stress and strain of mortal life.”
― Susan Vreeland, Clara and Mr. Tiffany

“The winsome lilt of Digna humming in the garden. Her knowing, almost teasing look, not quite a smile, when she knew she had the upper hand about something, and his willing acquiescence. Her coaxing in the dark next to him - What was your favorite part of the day? - to which he'd always say, because he always thought it - now, touching you. He'd feel the lump of truth form in his throat, the swell of love in his loins. And afterward, the peace of her rhythmic breathing, steady as a Frisian clock, her simple uncomposed lullaby. Those are things he would, in some final, stretched-out moment, relive. How love builds itself unconsciously, he thought, out of the momentous ordinary.”
― Susan Vreeland, Girl in Hyacinth Blue

“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, Girl in Hyacinth Blue

“He had a thought that amused him. "Figures, still life, landscape, AND an animal! Zola, eat your hat!" he bellowed.”
― susan vreeland, Luncheon of the Boating Party