Quotes About Creation

We are just stardust after all.

That is what all creatures great and small are made of. Leftover stardust. An atom exploded, and all the dust became the planets, the stars...and us. That's all anything amounts to.

She actually liked the idea that she might be made out of stars.

A whole new thing. A forging of the humble parts of bread and cheese into a greater whole. I call it...a cheese-trap.

What distant star had to explode to seed our world with inspiration?

A life of making isn't a series of shows, or projects, or productions, or things: it is an everyday practice. It is a practice of questions more than answers, of waiting to find what you need more often than knowing what you need to do. Waiting, like listening and meandering, is best when it is an active and not a passive state.

As a child, when I first heard the story of Creation, I'd closed my eyes and pictured the earth as a ball rolling off the palm of God and into dark space, then drifting around until it found its home in sunny orbit. Never perfect, but ever spinning, and holding on to her course, despite it all.

She realized that she was most certainly a mammal and had the ability to shake the world apart and create a human when she unleased her power. She was a mother. This identify shuddered through her, welcome like water to a dry riverbed. It felt so elemental and true that Julia must have unknowingly been a mother all along, simply waiting to be joined by her child.

Jesus, in the story of creation, already planning the new creation; Jesus supreme above the ruins of the fall; Jesus in the ark, the rainbow and the dove; Jesus in the sacrifice on Mount Moriah, the ladder of Jacob, and the story of Joseph; Jesus in the Paschal lamb, the desert manna…. The face of Jesus can be traced like water lines in fine paper back of every page, for He is the Alpha and the Omega: the first and the last of this Holy Book.

It is not over, this birthing. There are always newer skies into which God can throw stars.

I guess we decided to make a new record 3 years ago when Nancy was done scoring for Almost Famous.

His teachings, said his disciple Musaeus, had one simple theme: 'Everything comes into being from the One and is resolved into the One again.

And if you knew from what scraps Poems are born — without shame Like yellow dandelions by a wormy fence, Like wild spinach or the common burr.

The artist's mind and eye, as the poet's, were subjected to rigorous training. Henceforth, the artist's hands were to create the objects projected from his mind, after its process of selection and alchemy.

She'd begun her story to divert him from his nightmare. Little did she know that what she described created its own nightmares.

Art requires that you make something else exist that is a representation of what your feeling is, or your idea.

The cynic sees only cynicism, the depressive can taint creation with one glance

First of all, keep in mind that thinking about what you're going to do is a way of stalling. If you really could imagine what would happen when you made an image, there would be no need to do it. Even trying to imagine what a finished work of art will look like will probably lead to expectations that will be let down by the real experience. Making art is not solely an act of will. Rather it's the outcome of a dialogue between artists and their art.

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We create eternity out of crumbs of time.

What hand unseen Impells me onward through the glowing orbs Of habitable nature, far remote, To the dread confines of eternal night, To solitudes of vast unpeopled space, To deserts of creation, wide and wild; Where embryo systems and unkindled suns Sleep in the womb of chaos?

O thou mighty mind! whose powerful word Said, thus let all things be, and thus they were!

Il reale e' a piu' strati, e l'intero Creato, quando si e' giunti ad analizzare fin l'ultimo strato, non risulta affatto reale, ma pura e profonda immaginazione

One of the best tricks a garden plays is that you never quite remember how it's going to be, that first day after winter has gone, when you go outside and can stay outside all day fiddling with jobs that aren't pressing enough to weigh heavily but will nevertheless pay dividends. A garden is made up of a thousand small inventions, but each small act is a defence (defiance even) against a world without anchors or safe harbours.