Vincent van Gogh Quotes

"Öte yandan Kee'ye duyduğum sevgi çok yeni ve çok başka şey. Kendisi farkında değil ama, bir tür hapishanede oturuyor. O da yoksul, keyfinin istediğini yapabilecek durumda değil ve her şeyden vazgeçen bir tür tevekküle bırakmış kendini... Ayrıca din adamları, dindar hanımlar, sanıyorum beni etkilediklerinden çok daha fazla etkiliyorlar onu. Ben o gibilerin elinden kurtuldum artık, çünkü numaralarını çakmayı öğrendim; ama o hala inanıyor ve de tevekkül, günah, Tanrı ve daha kimbilir nelerden kurulmuş olan sistemin boş laftan başka bir şey olmadığı ortaya çıkarsa, yıkılır.
Korkarım bir türlü anlamadığı şeylerden biri de gerçekte Tanrı'nın ne zaman, nerede var olmaya başladığı... Belki de Multatuli'Nin İmansızın Duası'nı bitirirken söylediği sözleri söylediğimiz zaman vardır Tanrı: "Ah Tanrım, Tanrı yok." Din adamlarının Tanrısı benim için bir kapı tokmağı kadar cansız. Bu durumda ate mi oluyorum şimdi? Din adamlarına sorarsan, öyle görüyorlar beni -öyle olsun- ama ben seviyorum, yaşamasaydım, başkaları da yaşamasaydı, nasıl sevgi duyardım? Ve eğer yaşıyorsak, işin içinde bir esrarlı yan var. Buna ister Tanrı de, ister insan tabiatı, ister başka bir ad ver, son derece canlı ve gerçek olduğu halde sistematik biçimde tanımlayamadığım bir şey var ki bence Tanrı O -ya da en az Tanrı kadar önemli bir şey..."

When I am writing I instinctively make a little drawing now and then like the one I sent you lately, and for instance, this morning, Elijah in the Desert.

But what I wanted to say is this: After the period of melancholy is over you will be stronger than before, you will recover your health, & you will find the scenery round you so beautiful that you will want nothing but paint

I'd like you to spend some time here, you'd feel it — after some time your vision changes, you see with a more Japanese eye, you feel colour differently. I'm also convinced that it's precisely through a long stay here that I'll bring out my personality. The Japanese [like a. o. Hokusai, admired by Vincent] draws quickly, very quickly, like a flash of lightning, because his nerves are finer, his feeling simpler. I've been here [Arles] only a few months but — tell me, in Paris would I have drawn in an hour the drawing of the boats?.. .Now this [sketch] was done without measuring, letting the pen go. So I tell myself that gradually the expenses will be balanced by work.

We spent our whole lives in unconsous excercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words

If there is anything I regret then it is that period when I allowed mystical and theological profundities to mislead me into withdrawing too much into myself.
…..When you wake up in the morning and find you are not alone but can see a fellow creature there in the half-light, it makes the world look so much more welcoming. Much ,more welcoming than the devotional journals and whitewashed church walls beloved of clergymen.

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.

I’m trying now to exaggerate the essence of things, and to deliberately leave vague what’s obvious.

I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove

In order to work and to become an artist one needs love. At least, one who wants sentiment in his work must in the first place feel it himself, and live with his heart.

Only when I fall do I get up again.

What would be of life if we didn´t have the courage of doing something new?

What is true is that I have at times earned my own crust of bread, and at other times a friend has given it to me out of the goodness of his heart. I have lived whatever way I could, for better or for worse, taking things just as they came. It is true that I have forfeited the trust of various people, it is true that my financial affairs are in a sorry state, it is true that the future looks rather bleak, it is true that I might have done better, it is true that I have wasted time when it comes to earning a living, it is true that my studies are in a fairly lamentable and appalling state, and that my needs are greater, infinitely greater than my resources. But does that mean going downhill and doing nothing?

What else can one do, when we think of all the things we do not know the reason for, than go look at a field of wheat? The history of those plants is like our own; for aren't we, who live on bread, to a considerable extent like wheat, at least aren't we forced to submit to growing like a plant without the power to move, by which I mean in what way our imagination impels us, and to being reaped when we are ripe, like the same wheat?

...to look at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots of a map representing towns and villages. Why, I ask myself, should the shining dots of the sky not be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France?