Quotes from Vincent Van Gogh

And sometimes there is relief, sometimes there is new inner energy, and one stands up after it; till at last, someday, one perhaps doesn't stand up any more, que soit, but that is nothing extraordinary, and I repeat, in my opinion, such is the common.

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 Å"uvre et sa maladie mentale - Liesbeth Heenk

I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.

But one doesn't expect out of life what one has already learned that it cannot give, but rather one begins to see more and more clearly that life is only a kind of sowing time, and the harvest is not here.

Anyone who leads an upright life and experiences real difficulty and disappointment and yet is not crushed by them is worth more than one for whom everything has always been plain sailing and who has known nothing but relative prosperity.

Admire as much as you can, most people don't admire enough.

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

gerçeklikten daha gerçek olan nedir, yaÅŸam?n kendisinden daha çok yaÅŸam nerededir? Ve bizler, elimizden geldiÄŸince yaÅŸamaya çal??an bizler, neden daha yoÄŸun yaÅŸayam?yoruz?

I am still far from being what I want to be, but with God's help I shall succeed

What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything? If you hear a voice within saying 'You are not a painter' then by all means paint – and that voice will be silenced.

What am I in the eyes of most people –a nonentity or an eccentric or an obnoxious person –someone who has no position in society and never will have, in short the lowest of the low. Well, then –even if that were all absolutely true, I should one day like to show by my work what there is in the heart of such an eccentric, of such a nobody.

AÈ™a stau lucrurile, dar oare ce se petrece înl?untrul nostru se vede È™i din afar?? Un om poart? în suflet un foc imens È™i nimeni nu vine niciodat? s? se înc?lzeasc? la el, iar trec?torii nu desluÈ™esc decât un firicel de fum, sus la gura hornului, È™i-È™i caut? mai departe de drum.

Dar din tulburarea de nedescris a sufletului meu a È›âÈ™nit în mine o idee, aidoma unei lumini str?lucitoare în noapte: cine se poate resemna s? se resemneze, dar, dac? eÈ™ti în stare s? crezi, atunci crede! ?i m-am ridicat de jos, nu ca un om resemnat, ci ca un credincios È™i n-am mai avut alt gând decât: ea, nimeni alta.

What kind of love was it that I felt when I was twenty? It is difficult to define - my physical passions were very weak then, perhaps because of a few years of great poverty and hard work. But my intellectual passions were strong, meaning that without asking anything in return, without wanting any pity, I wanted only to give, but not to receive. Foolish, wrong, exaggerated, proud, rash - for in love one must not only give, but also take; and, reversing it, one must not only take but also give.

Whoever lives sincerely and encounters much trouble and disappointment, but is not bowed down by them, is worth more than one who has always sailed before the wind and has only known relative prosperity.

I couldn't care less what the colours are in reality.

All the same, I'm sure that if one is brave then recovery comes from within, through complete acceptance of suffering and death, and through the surrender of one's will and love of self. But that's no good to me, I like to paint, to see people and things and everything that makes our life—artificial, if you like. Yes, real life would be something else, but I don't think I belong to that category of souls who are ready to live, and also ready to suffer, at any moment.

What I am in the eyes of most people — a nonetity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and never will have, in short, the lowest of the low.

Iat? de ce, înainte de toate, sunt îndemnat s? cred c? hot?rârea cea mai bun? pe care aÈ™ putea-o lua, ca È™i cea mai înÈ›eleapt?, este aceea de-a pleca È™i de-a r?mâne la distanÈ›a cuvenit?, s? fiu ca È™i cum n-aÈ™ fi.

And then there are painters who never do anything that is no good, who cannot do anything bad, just as there are ordinary people who can do nothing but good.

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream

În fine, nu m? pot l?sa prad? melancoliei, trebuie s? g?sesc o ieÈ™ire, c?ci datoria mea e s? lucrez. Sunt clipe când nu-mi g?sesc liniÈ™tea decât în certitudinea c? nenorocirea nu m? va cruÈ›a nici pe mine.

But when shallI ever get round to doing the starry sky, that picture which is always on my mind?

To me, that book has been both a revelation and a gospel.