How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?
Vincent Van GoghRead
But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.
Interpretation
To truly understand divinity, one must embrace love for various aspects of life.
Vincent Van Gogh suggests that knowing God is not merely an intellectual pursuit but is deeply rooted in the act of loving many different things. This love can encompass people, nature, art, and experiences, and through these expressions of love, one can achieve a greater understanding of the divine essence that connects all of creation.
In practice
This quote can be shared at a wedding to emphasize the importance of love in a relationship.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?
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.
To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones.
Great things do not just happen by impulse, _x000D_ but as a succession of small things linked together.
The world concerns me only in so far as I have a certain debt and duty to it, because I have lived in it for thirty years and owe to it to leave behind some souvenir in the shape of drawings and paintings β not done to please any particular movement, but within which a genuine human sentiment is expressed.
To believe in God for me is to feel that there is a God, not a dead one, or a stuffed one, who with irresistible force urges us towards more loving.
We are so evil and sinful and flawed that Jesus had to die for us... But we are so lobed and valued that he was willing to due for us.
Practicing love often means feeling through fear: intentionally opening yourself when you would rather close down, giving yourself when you would rather hide. Love means recognizing yourself as the open fullness of this moment regardless of its contents -- trenchant thoughts, enchanting pleasures, heavy emotions, or gnawing pains -- and surrendering all hold on the familiar act you call 'me'.
Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.
Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.
I'm romantic. I fall in love every day. Not with people but with situations. The other day, I saw a tramp polishing his shoes. That just gripped my heart.
We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.
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