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.
I am proud only of those days that pass in undivided tenderness.
there was a time before you but I can't remember it now a time before your beauty and I were formally introduced I'm sure I lived without you but I don't remember how can't imagine living without these feelings you've produced just one glance and my life was redrawn just one word and my vocabulary changed I asked the time and you said 'what's the hurry?' you asked my name and I almost forgot
Consider God's charity. Where else have we ever seen someone who has been offended voluntarily paying out his life for those who have offended him?
In antiquity, a woman might be an object of worship or desire, but never of love.
My father had not been outside the house except to drive back and forth to work or sit out in the backyard, for months, nor had he seen his neighbors. Now he looked at them, from face to face, until he realized I had been loved by people he didn't even recognize. His heart filled up, warm again as it had not been in what seemed so long to him- save small forgotten moments with Buckley, the accidents of love that happened with his son. ~pgs 209-210; Buckley, Lindsey and Jack on Susie
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.
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