Quotes About Creation

Nature made him, and then broke the mold.

T]he world springs out of a want, out of privation, but it is false speculation to make this privation an ontological being.

The notion that the fulfilment of prayer has been determined from eternity, that it was originally included in the plan of creation, is the empty, absurd fiction of a mechanical mode of thought, which is in absolute contradiction with the nature of religion. Whether God decides on the fulfilment of my prayer now, on the immediate occasion of my offering it, or whether he did decide on it long ago, is the same thing.

T]he creation out of nothing is no object of philosophy; … for it cuts away the root of all speculation, presents no grappling point to though, … a baseless air-built doctrine, originated solely … to give warrant to … egoism, which … expresses nothing but the command to make Nature – not an object of thought, of contemplation, but – an object of utilisation.

T]he creation out of nothing is no object of philosophy; … for it cuts away the root of all speculation, presents no grappling point to thought, … a baseless air-built doctrine, originated solely … to give warrant to … egoism, which … expresses nothing but the command to make Nature – not an object of thought, of contemplation, but – an object of utilisation.

T]he effect of the creation, all its majesty for the feelings and the imagination, is quite lost if the production of the world … is not taken in its real sense.

Everybody makes his own god(s).

Architecture starts when you carefully put two bricks together. There it begins.

A chair is a very difficult object. A skyscraper is almost easier. That is why Chippendale is famous.

Peace and not war is the father of all things.

It is labor alone that is productive: it creates wealth and therewith lays the outward foundations for the inward flowering of man.

Production is "anarchistic.

it's quite difficult to know who owns a story. Is it the writer, who crafted it? The characters, who carry the plot forward? Or you, the reader, who breathes life into them? Or perhaps none of the three can exist without the other. Perhaps without this magical combination, a story would be nothing more than words on a page.

True love is like bread. It needs the right ingredients, a little heat, and some magic to rise.

Later, as I got to know her, I'd realize that when she gardens, she never sees the seed. She is already picturing the plant it will become. I imagine she thought the same, meeting me.

You can't create life in a place that's dying by degrees.

You can always edit something bad. You can't edit something blank.

What if the characters in a book had lives of their own after the cover was closed?

realize that when she gardens, she never sees the seed. She is already picturing the plant it will become.

Fiction is like that, once it is released into the world: contagious, persistent. Like the contents of Pandora's box, a story that's freely given can't be contained anymore. It becomes infectious, spreading from the person who created it to the person who listens, and passes it on. Ironically

Creation, by definition, is separation. Moving forward means being split apart.

For Nina and Nathaniel, it's all about the end product—pouring it on pancakes and waffles. But to Caleb, the beauty is in the way you get there. The blood of a tree, a spout, and a bucket. Steam rising, the scent filling every corner of the house. There is nothing quite like it: knowing every breath you take is bound to be sweet.

Later, as I got to know her, I'd realize that when she gardens, she never sees the seed. She is already picturing the plant it will become.

His stone walls are knee-high, not castle-worthy. They have large gaps in them for driveways and paths and grape arbors. And yet every time he drives past a property he's shaped with his own heavy hands, he pictures the parents sitting down to dinner with their children, harmony wrapping the table like mosquito netting as if literal foundations might lay the pattern for emotional ones.