How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?
Vincent Van GoghRead
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 done well.
Interpretation
Loving many things empowers us to achieve great deeds.
In this quote, Vincent Van Gogh emphasizes the importance of love in our lives. He suggests that true strength comes from a deep affection for various aspects of life, and that those who love passionately are capable of accomplishing remarkable things. When actions are rooted in love, they carry a quality that elevates them and leads to fulfilling results.
In practice
This quote can be used during a speech about the power of love and its impact on our achievements.
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.
Goodbye, Hari, my love. Remember always--all you did for me.β -I did nothing for you.β -You loved me and your love made me--human.
At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent under omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have been more capable of visiting a woman of the streets than of raising Cosetteβs dress above the ankle. Once on a moonlit night, Cosette stopped to pick up something from the ground, her dress loosened and revealed the swelling of her breasts. Marius averted his eyes.
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare... Perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways.
In contrast to a dream a reverie cannot be recounted. To be communicated, it must be written, written with emotion and taste, being relived all the more strongly because it is being written down. Here, we are touching the realm of written love. It is going out of fashion, but the benefits remain. There are still souls for whom love is the contact of two poetries, the fusion of two reveries.
It's the ones who resist that we most want to kiss, wouldn't you say?
That's the very reason why love is eternal, because it is forever renewed. Passions die, love remains.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.