Quotes About Creation

Arminianism has no explanation as to why God purposefully and deliberately creates those who He knows will be lost and who will spend eternity in hell.

There is a grain of truth in the notion that the force that creates, and sustains in a crisis, is not quite the same that is wanted in time of prose to continue and to preserve; or in other words, that creative power makes a great consumptive of party resources.

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.

Tis to create, and in creating live a being more intense, that we endow with form our fancy, gaining as we give the life we image, even as I do now.

Once I found out the secret of the universe. I have forgotten what it was, but I know that the Creator does not take Creation seriously, for I remember that He sat in Space with all His work in front of Him and laughed.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.

No one person invented Mulberry. The knowledge that we had to have this floating harbor slowly grew.

No utilitarian philosophy explains a snow crystal, no doctrine of use or disuse. Water has merely leapt out of vapor and thin nothingness in the night sky to array itself in form. There is no logical reason for the existence of a snow-flake any more than there is for evolution. It is an apparition from that mysterious shadow world beyond nature, that final world which contains—if anything contains—the explanation of men and catfish and green leaves.

The secret, if one may paraphrase a savage vocabulary, lies in the egg of night.

Consider choosing the here is how over the I know you can types. Consider connecting with those that have the authority and ability to show, educate and help you create what you want... instead of those that only focus on vague directions, hearsay instructions, empty motivation and scripted hype.

Men are the inferior sex. Adam was made first, and the first effort is always the simpler and cruder one, non? With the second, one refines.

Women don't have a sense of humor," Bertie said. "They don't need one. The Almighty made them as a permanent joke on men. From which one may logically deduce that the Almighty is a female.

We tend to think that the future happens later, but we're creating it in our minds every day. When the present falls apart, so does the future we had associated with it. And having the future taken away is the mother of all plot twists.

We tend to think that the future happens later, but we're creating it in our minds every day. When the present falls apart, so does the future we had associated with it. And having the future taken away is the mother of all plot twists. But if we spend the present trying to fix the past or control the future, we remain stuck in place, in perpetual regret.

Everything has to be reconsidered, shaped anew. Autobiographical fiction, even if it is inspired by reality, by memory, requires a rigorous selection, a merciless cutting. One writes with the pen, but in the end, to create the right form, one has to use, like Matisse, a good pair of scissors.

Seeing how a hand carves out meaning with a pencil point lets us remember that the human touch is essential.

Why was man created before woman? Because you always need a rough draft before the final copy." Chloe Traeger

There is the world that should be and the world that is. We live in one and must create the other.

The characters within a book were, from a certain point of view, identical on some fundamental level ? there weren't any images of them, no physical tangibility whatsoever. They were pictures in the reader's head, constructs of imagination and ideas, given shape by the writer's work and skill and the reader's imagination. Parents, of a sort.

I've heard that nature abhors a vacuum—though if that's true, then I can't figure why about ninety-nine zillion percent of creation is vacuum.

Those who write them do," Ferus said. "They leave bits and pieces behind them when they lay down the words, some scraps and smears of their essential nature." He sniffed. "Most untidy, really—but assemble enough scraps and one might have something approaching a whole.

I witnessed the birth of time itself. I watched the mortal coil spring forth from perfect darkness. I watched the stars form, watched this world coalesce, watched as life was breathed into it and as your kind rose to rule it. She put both hands on the table and leaned toward me, her blue eyes cold and hard. Thus far, I have behaved as a guest ought. But do not mistake propriety for weakness, mortal. I beg you not to oblige me to take further action.

It was always easier to demolish something than to create it.

The very sound of Creation still echoes throughout the vast darkness: The universe remembers.