Quotes About Maker

Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user.

Newton died in 1727, and therefore did not live to see the great longitude prize awarded at last, four decades later, to the self-educated maker of an oversized pocket watch.

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

If every man who passed an unjust judgment on his fellow should be condemned, how many judges would be found so vain and foolish as to review and condemn their Maker's work?

I know that, if I took your oath, I should be damned." "There are those who would envy your insight," he says, "into the workings of grace. But then, you and God have always been on familiar terms, not so? I wonder how you dare. You talk about your maker as if he were some neighbor you went fishing with on a Sunday afternoon.

Little queen," Madoc says with a crooked smile. Despite not sharing blood with Oak, the mischief in his expression is familiar. "All grown up and come to devour your maker. I can't say as I blame you.

Little queen,' Madoc says with a crooked smile. Despite not sharing blood with Oak, the mischief in his expression is familiar. 'All grown up and come to devour your maker. I can't say as I blame you.

While I'm a venture capitalist who invests in early-stage tech companies, I often feel like a professional emailer and conference call maker.

Oh Maker, what did they really say about your black creation? I think you made a beautiful work of art on a canvass of rebellion. Hey, Maker! We are still selling out!

Being a hybrid maker off and on over the years, I'm very comfortable with the idea and have been the subject of quite a few pretty good mash-ups myself.

He who fails to know his real and true competitor shall never be able to give a good account of his stewardship in life! Your true and real competitor is your real and true solemn duty to your Maker!

... as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the ideal library is in the wish of its maker.

The only similarity between the car and the human body is that if something is seriously wrong with the design of the former you can send it back to its maker.

When we love God, love our brothers and sisters, and love ourselves, our Maker is pleased.

A universal weakness of humanity is to equate the strength of an argument with their opinion of its maker.

Steampunk, the repurposing of Victorian culture and technology for contemporary fun and profit, is so ubiquitous - in media, books, fashion, music, cosplay, and maker culture - that we tend to imagine its superficial aspects are all that define it.

Fear and worry are the antithesis of faith, are they not? Every time I give in to concern about tomorrow, even my next hour, I rob this hour, this day if strength, peace. The Maker holds all my days. Do I trust him with them or not?

The Maker is stronger than any force you come against, if you will only lean into him for support. Remember that, yes?

We are not talking here about the kind of notebook that is patently for public consumption, a structural conceit for binding together a series of graceful pensées. We are talking about something private, about bits of the mind's string too short to use, an indiscriminate and erratic assemblage with meaning only for its maker.

I had the vertiginous feeling one gets standing at the precipice of an unresolved plan, for I had brought Bon and myself to the brink of disaster without knowing how to save us. But was not this how all plans developed, unknown to their maker until he wove for himself a parachute, or else melted into air?

Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for noble purposes and some for common use?

The double bill moved east to Salt Lake City, where an incredible line, probably overestimated at five thousand people, waited to see the vampire and the animated pile of corpses that went by his maker's name. The theater's manager rushed to rent out extra space.

We grow up hungry for love, and in ways so deep as to remain unexpressed we long for our Maker to love us.

Religious faith—for all its problems, despite its maddening tendency to replicate ungrace—lives on because we sense the numinous beauty of a gift undeserved that comes at unexpected moments from Outside. Refusing to believe that our lives of guilt and shame lead to nothing but annihilation, we hope against hope for another place run by different rules. We grow up hungry for love, and in ways so deep as to remain unexpressed we long for our Maker to love us.