Quotes by Vincent van Gogh

It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.

There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

Love is eternal -- the aspect may change, but not the essence. 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. The lamp was there and was a good lamp, but now it is shedding light too, and that is its real function. And love makes one calmer about many things, and that way, one is more fit for ones work.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

Whoever loves much, performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.

There is peace even in the storm

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

Dont lose heart if its very difficult at times, everything will come out all right and nobody can in the beginning do as he wishes.

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.

Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.

I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.

I am always doing what I cannot do yet, in order to learn how to do it.

Only when I fall do I get up again.

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

Seek only light and freedom and do not immerse yourself too deeply in the worldly mire.

It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that, whenever we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation—of loneliness, poverty, and misery, the end and extreme of things—the thought of God comes into ones mind.

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

Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.

Well, right now it seems that things are going very badly for me, have been doing so for some considerable time, and may continue to do so well into the future. But it is possible that everything will get better after it has all seemed to go wrong. I am not counting on it, it may never happen, but if there should be a change for the better I should regard that as a gain, I should rejoice, I should say, at last! So there was something after all!

La tristesse durera toujours.]