Quotes About Creation

Sometimes I get the start of a story from a memory, an anecdote, but that gets lost and is usually unrecognizable in the final story. [ A Conversation with Alice Munro , BookBrowse, 1998]

Irlma doesn't care for the sight of people reading because it is not sociable and at the end of it all what has been accomplished? She thinks people are better off playing cards, or making things.

Something so divine that no one up in heaven could have made it up; the care a child took with an adult.

Every stitch i sew will be a kiss.

A Dios no le parece indecente? Nooo. Dios lo quiso así. Mira, Dios ama todo lo que amas tú, además de otras cosas. Pero lo que más le agrada es la admiración. ¿Quieres decir que Dios es vanidoso? Nooo; vanidoso, no. Pero le gusta compartir lo bueno.

Look closely at the Present you are Contructing, it should look like the Future you are Dreaming

He understands that creating a meal means creating your own reality...

Adaptation is care work. Adaptation is survival. Adaptation is a negotiation between the past and the present. Adaptation is a science and art. Adaptation pushes boundaries and creates new futures..

Who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame

How strange to remember anything, even a button much less a universe. 'What creature gives birth to itself?' The universe is mad, slightly mad.

If you must suffer, suffer nobly. Love, laugh through your tears, or cry, create and perhaps, perish.

THIS IS THE ACCOUNT of when all is still silent and placid. All is silent and calm. Hushed and empty is the womb of the sky. THESE, then, are the first words, the first speech. There is not yet one person, one animal, bird, fish, crab, tree, rock, hollow, canyon, meadow, or forest. All alone the sky exists. The face of the earth has not yet appeared.

But if the gospel is about God coming to establish his reign of justice and peace over all his creation, then our mission as Christians is to see God's will, his kingly reign, happen in and around us wherever that is possible. It's not just about saving souls but about seeing that the poor are fed and the oppressed are freed.

The mind, the heart, the womb. Those three are all threaded in a sacred dance. A woman's pelvis is like an hourglass with the capacity to tell time. It both creates and shelters life. When a mother's diet in insufficient, nutrients are pulled from her own teeth and bone. Women are built to be selfless.

Birth, n.: The first and direst of all disasters.

War: A by-product of the arts of peace.

Satana: Vorrei chiedere un unico favore, egli disse. Dio: Di' pure. Mi risulta che sta per essere creato l'uomo. Avrà bisogno di leggi. Miserabile! Tu, destinato ad essere il suo avversario, tu, che dall'alba dell'eternità sei stato riempito d'odio per l'anima sua, tu chiedi il diritto di fargli le leggi? Chiedo perdono; ciò che domando è che gli sia permesso di farsele da solo". E così fu ordinato.

If you want to read a perfect book there is only one way: write it.

BRAHMA, n. He who created the Hindoos, who are preserved by Vishnu and destroyed by Siva—a rather neater division of labor than is found among the deities of some other nations.

I could not persuade her that a place does not merely exist, that it has to be invented in one's imagination.

In the valleys where I was born they say it is God's sword, dropped from the heavens.' 'Don't you?' asked Flood. Whirrun rubbed some dirt from the crosspiece with his thumb. 'I used too.' 'Now?' 'God makes things, no? God is a farmer. A craftsman. A midwife. God gives things life.' He tipped his head back and looked up at the sky. 'What would God want with a sword?

No matter how great and glorious the making, time will unmake it. No matter how strong the word, strong the thought, strong the law, all must return to chaos.

we must sometimes have a little chaos if a better order is to emerge. There can be no progress without pain, no creation without destruction.

You want to paint this?' 'Future generations might never believe it happened.' She blew some yellow hair out of her face with a smoky breath and went back to sketching, charcoal hissing on paper. 'Then it might happen again.