Vincent Van Gogh Quotes

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

We have very beautiful bad weather here at present - rain, wind, thunder - but with splendid effects; that's why I like it.

If I succeed in putting some warmth and love into the work, then it will find friends. Carrying on working is the

I can't change the fact that my paintings don't sell. But the time will come when people will recognize that they are worth more than the value of the paints used in the picture.

Everyone who works with love and with intelligence finds in the very sincerity of his love for nature and art a kind of armor against the opinions of other people.

So let us go forward quietly, each on his own path, forever making for the light.

Sometimes art seems to be something very sublime, and, as you say, something sacred.

There is no such thing as an ugly woman.

As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.

In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.

You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky since life, in spite of everything, is like a dream.

One must never let the fire go out in one's soul, but keep it burning.

Great things do not just happen by impulse, but as a succession of small things linked together.

Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.

Describing Starry Night: Firmament and planets both disappeared, but the mighty breath which gives life to all things and in which all is bound up remained.

The great artist is the simplifier.

There is the same difference in a person before and after he is in love, as there is in an unlighted lamp and one that is burning.

One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

Someone has a great fire in his soul and nobody ever comes to warm themselves at it, and passers-by see nothing but a little smoke at the top of the chimney and then go on their way.

The large majority of people are asleep and do not wish to wake up.

I hope I shall be able to make some drawings in which there is something human.

I am always doing what I can't do yet in order to learn how to do it.

In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism, skepticism and humbug, and we shall want to live more musically.

I must continue to follow the path I take now. If I do nothing, if I study nothing, if I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost. That is how I look at it - keep going, keep going come what may.

How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?

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

There is but one Paris and however hard living may be here, and if it became worse and harder even—the French air clears up the brain and does good—a world of good.

One must work and dare if one really wants to live.

Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public opinion.

It's as interesting and as difficult to say a thing well as to paint it. There is the art of lines and colours, but the art of words exists too, and will never be less important.

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

I sometimes think there is nothing so delightful as drawing.

Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy.

It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality is more important than the feeling for pictures.

... life is too short to do the whole.

Love is eternal, the aspect may change, but not the essence.

Man is not on the earth solely for his own happiness. He is there to realize great things for humanity.

Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination; do not become the slave of your model.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music.

I wish they would take me as I am.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.

But for one's health as you say, it is very necessary to work in the garden and see the flowers growing.

If one hasn't a horse, one is one's own horse.

I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say "he feels deeply, he feels tenderly".

I'll start with small things.

We are surrounded by poetry on all sides.

The wheat field has ...poetry; it is like a memory of something one has once seen. We can only make our pictures speak.