Quotes About Creation

The handiwork of the Creator can speak to us and teach us if we will listen. Martin Buber tells the story of the rabbi who went to a pond every day at dawn to learn "the song with which the frogs praise God."1

We come from a place that has always been inside us. Our words migrate helplessly. The world reflects only itself. Which is why we have to create our own memories.

Words are weapons. They blast big bloody holes in the world. And words are bricks. Say something out loud and it starts turning solid. Say it out loud enough and it becomes a wall you can't get through.

We few, we happy few, we band of horrors. For they today who shed their blood with me shall be my brothers, my sisters, my blessed beasts. Now. Go forth and make creation weep.

What does that stupid song mean? What's supposed to be in my heart? I go over the lyrics a couple more times in my head. "All things bright and beautiful, / All creatures great and small, / All things wise and wonderful, / The Lord God made them all." Basically, it's saying that God made everything and everything is just great. This thing is a damn Disney nightmare. God made everything and everything is great.

The way to create something great is to create something simple.

Almost anyone can think up an idea. The thing that counts is developing it into a practical product. 4 Henry Ford

You are both stars, don't forget. When the stars exploded billions of years ago, they formed everything that is this world. The moon, the trees, everything we know is stardust. So don't forget. You are stardust. - ROSE PEDDLER

Everything made by men will be destroyed by nature in the end. Mountains and river, the creations of nature -- they will remain. Everything human, that will go. We nee to reconsider the respect we give to nature.

Solidarity is not discovered by reflection but created.

I]f we feel that creation does not express purpose, it is impossible to find an authorization for purpose in our own lives.

The wild gatecrashes our civilised domains, and the domesticated escapes and runs riot. Weeds vividly demonstrate that natural life - and the course of evolution itself - refuse to be constrained by our cultural concepts. In doing so they make us look closely at the very idea of a divided creation.

Weeds vividly demonstrate that natural life – and the course of evolution itself – refuse to be constrained by our cultural concepts. In so doing they make us look closely at the very idea of a divided creation.

Your vision of both macro and micro levels will be greatly enhanced by the time you spend in the belly of the beast bringing it to life.

It is only when we forget the ideas behind building something wonderful that we can actually do the building that makes things wonderful.

Maybe that's why I've always thought of God less as an engineer than as an artist—one who uses our hopes, fears, and dreams, and especially our tears, to paint on the canvas of our souls, rendering something beautiful. The hardest part, I suppose, is waiting to see what He's up to.

Maybe that's why I've always thought of God less as an engineer than as an artist—one who uses our hopes, fears, dreams, and especially our tears, to paint on the canvas of our souls, rendering something beautiful. The hardest part, I suppose, is waiting to see what He's up to.

A fresh lightning tree sprouted in the distance as Mother Nature painted the sky in rapid strokes, strobed the results, and then erased her magnificent creation, leaving its after-image burned into Rolf's retinas. So beautiful. So fleeting. Like life itself.

What you make from a tree should be at least as miraculous as what you cut down.

There are a hundred thousand species of love, separately invented, each more ingenious than the last, and every one of them keeps making things.

Hiranyagarbha.

I have to have a character worth caring about. I tend not to start writing books about people I don't have a lot of sympathy for because I'm just going to be with them too long.

You will see at precisely what moment the writer ceases to think of his character as an instrument to be manipulated and think of him as someone with whom he has fallen in love. For it is always, must always be, a matter of love.

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.