Quotes About Creation

The world looks like something God had just imagined for His own pleasure, doesn't it? Those trees look as if I could blow them away with a breath--pouf! I'm so glad I live in a world where there are white frosts, aren't you?

The world looks like something that God imagined for his own pleasure.

God did not, as the Bible says, make man in His image; on the contrary man, as I have shown in The Essence of Christianity , made God in his image.

It used to be said that God could create anything except what would be contrary to the laws of logic. The truth is that we could not say what an illogical world would look like.

The man, the writer, the instrument of the creation will die, but his creation does not die.

Men—do you understand?—have need of building a house even for their sentiments. It is not enough for them to have those sentiments within them, in their hearts; they want to see them outside, as well, so that they can touch them; and so, they proceed to build them a house.

In the sense, that is, that the author who created us alive no longer wished, or was no longer able, materially to put us into a work of art. And this was a real crime, sir; because he who has had the luck to be born a character can laugh even at death. He cannot die. The man, the writer, the instrument of the creation will die, but his creation does not die. And to live for ever, it does not need to have extraordinary gifts or to be able to work wonders.

reality is not a thing conferred upon us or which exists; it is something that we have to manufacture ourselves.

Who was Sancho Panza? Who was Don Abbondio? Yet they live eternally because—live germs as they were—they had the fortune to find a fecundating matrix, a fantasy which could raise and nourish them: make them live for ever!

So you think, do you, it is only houses that are built? I am continually building myself and building you, and you are doing the same, inversely.

The man, the writer, the instrument of the creation will die, but his creation does not die. And to live for ever, it does not need to have extraordinary gifts or to be able to work wonders. Who was Sancho Panza?

Uma poesia não é feita de palavras. A poesia já existe. A gente só põe as palavras em volta para ela aparecer.

When my grandmother was alive, she used to tell me that every time God creates a soul in heaven, he creates another to become its special mate. And that once we're born, we begin our search for our soul mate, the one person who's the perfect fit for our mind and body. They lucky oens find each other.

When the fraught name God comes up in conversation or reading, I always remind myself that whatever the source or language used, we are at root on common ground—invoking the graced, unnamable source of life, the sacredness that cradles and infuses all of creation, on earth and beyond.

but paper and ink have conjuring abilities of their own. arrangements of lines and shapes, of letters and words on a series of pages make a world we can dwell and travel in.

Like say if the mom and dad of god said he could never get dirty. There would be no world!

It is as if producing a creative work tears a piece from your soul. When it is ripped completely free of you, the wound must bleed for a while. How similar it is to letting go of a dream, your hope, or your heart's desire. You must open up and let it drain.

You know, the ocean is a very, very beautiful place. It is God's gift to us

He is the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end.

But is all this what God has done to humans or what humans have done to God?

That to make something, one must feel something, Jahir said. That there is no creation without a motive force. And that such forces should be positive, or the results become twisted and strange. Which would suggest that love creates the universe, or should.

That's how the universe keeps going, arii. It makes itself new in every generation that discovers it for the first time.

O salto é grande mas o tempo é um tecido invisível em que se pode bordar tudo, uma flor, um pássaro, uma dama, um castelo, um túmulo. Também se pode bordar nada. Nada em cima de invisível é a mais sutil obra deste mundo, e acaso do outro.

Verdadeiramente foi o princípio da minha vida; tudo o que sucedera antes foi como o pintar e vestir das pessoas que tinham de entrar em cena, o acender das luzes, o preparo das rabecas, a sinfonia... Agora é que eu ia começar a minha ópera.