Vincent Van Gogh Quotes - Page 2

It is only right and proper to be moved by the Bible, but present-day reality has so strong a hold over us that even when we try to imagine the past the minor events in our lives immediately wrench us out of our musings, and our own adventures throw us back irrevocably upon our personal feelings - joy, boredom, suffering, anger, or a smile.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

..it has always been so much my desire to paint for those who don’t know the artistic side of a painting.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

Dans chaque vie où de la pluie doit tomber, quelques jours seront sombres et lugubres – c'est vrai, il ne peut en aller autrement, et pourtant je me demande si le nombre de jours sombres et lugubres peut parfois devenir trop grand ? La lutte intérieure de Van Gogh: Sa vie, son œuvre et sa maladie mentale - Liesbeth Heenk

I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.

I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made..

How rich art is; if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never without food for thought or truly lonely, never alone.

To suffer without complaint is the only lesson we have to learn in this life

Close friends are truly life's treasures. Sometimes they know us better than we know ourselves. With gentle honesty, they are there to guide and support us, to share our laughter and our tears. Their presence reminds us that we are never really alone.

I can very well do without God both in my life and in my painting, but I cannot, suffering as I am, do without something which is greater than I, which is my life, the power to create.

There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.

What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?

A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke

In would rather die of passion than of boredom.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.