Quotes About Creation

Non c'è nulla di antico sotto il sole. Tutto accade per la prima volta, ma in un modo eterno. Chi legge le mie parole sta inventandole.

Dios ha creado las noches que se arman de sueños y las formas del espejo para que el hombre sienta que es reflejo y vanidad. Por eso nos alarman.

Russell (The Analysis of Mind, 1921, p. 159) suppone che il pianeta sia stato creato pochi minuti fa, provvisto di un'umanità che «ricorda» un passato illusorio.

In the critic's vocabulary, the word precursor is indispensable, but it should be cleansed of all connotations of polemic or rivalry. The fact is that every writer creates his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future.

Sentí, en la última página, que mi narración era un símbolo del hombre que yo fui, mientras la escribía y que, para redactar esa narración, yo tuve que ser aquel hombre y que, para ser aquel hombre, yo tuve que redactar esa narración, y así hasta lo infinito.

There's nothing old under the sun. Everything happens for the first time, but in an eternal fashion. He who reads my words is inventing them.

A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that that patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.

En todas las ficciones, cada vez que un hombre se enfrenta con diversas alternativas, opta por una y elimina las otras; en la del casi inextricable Ts'ui Pên, opta —simultáneamente— por todas. Crea, así, diversos porvenires, diversos tiempos, que también proliferan y se bifurcan.

El concepto de arte comprometido es una ingenuidad porque nadie sabe del todo lo que ejecuta. (The notion of art as a compromise is a simplification, for no one knows entirely what they are doing.)

Reality may be too complex for oral transmission; legend recreates it in a manner which is only accidentally false and which allows it to go about the world, from mouth to mouth.

A writer, or any man, must believe that whatever happens to him is an instrument; everything has been given for an end. This is even stronger in the case of an artist. Everything that happens, including humiliations, embarrassments, misfortunes, all has been given like clay, like material for one's art. One must accept it.

Dios no ha creado los sufrimientos infernales, el infierno es fruto de la deformación de cada espíritu.

Qué humildad y sencillez la de Dios, que ponía en la cumbre de todo lo creado a una mujer humilde. Coronaba su obra magnífica con la gema de la humildad. Muchos ángeles sin dudar se postraron ante los designios de Dios, y acto seguido veneraron a la Virgen María Madre de Dios y Reina de los Ángeles.

Dios nos había creado, pero no podía crear el amor. Si quería que existiera el amor fuera de Él, tenía que crear seres libres. Si quería que existieran seres libres, tenía que dotarles de inteligencia y voluntad. El amor debía ser nuestra respuesta. Dios no quería esclavos.

Human activity has two basic forms: doing ( agere ) and making ( facere ). Artifacts, technical and artistic, are the works of making. We ourselves are the works of doing.

We have let an empty future that we propose to make by our own standards become the ideal over and against a real past that revealed to us what man really was and is: namely, a being open to wonder who did not create himsel for the world in which he dwells.

Created by wars that required it, the machine now created the wars it required.

In the end, like the Almighty Himself, we make everything in our image, for want of a more reliable model; our artifacts tell more about ourselves than our confessions.

Scratch on, my pen: let's mark the white the way it marks us.

Brick and bricklaying somehow ring of an alternative order of flesh, not raw of course, but scarlet enough, and made up of small identical cells.

Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it. The meaning of life is whatever you ascribe it to be. Being alive is the meaning. Love is a friendship set to music.

Revolution doesn't have to do with smashing something; it has to do with bringing something forth. If you spend all your time thinking about that which you are attacking, then you are negatively bound to it. You have to find the zeal in yourself and bring that out.

When a spider makes a beautiful web, the beauty comes out of the spider's nature. It's instinctive beauty. How much of the beauty of our own lives is about the beauty of being alive?

God is within you! You yourself are the creator. If you find that place within you from which you brought this thing about, you will be able to live with it and affirm it, perhaps even enjoy it, as your life.