Quotes About Creation

During eternity past, God was alone: self-contained, self-sufficient, self-satisfied; in need of nothing. Had a universe, had angels, had human beings been necessary to Him in any way, they also had been called into existence from all eternity. The creating of them when He did, added nothing to God essentially. He changes not (Mal 3:6), therefore His essential glory can be neither augmented nor diminished.

Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding. Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof?" (Job 38:4-6). How completely is the pride of man laid in the dust!

The God of creation and the God of written revelation are One, and there are irrefutable arguments to show that the Almighty who made the heavens and the earth is also the Author of the Bible.

God's supremacy over the works of His hands is vividly depicted in Scripture. Inanimate matter, irrational creatures, all perform their Maker's bidding. At

There is infinitely more power lodged in the nature of God than is expressed in all His works.

This earth of ours is old, how old we do not know, possibly millions of years. But "the word" was before all things. He was not only from the beginning, but He was "in the beginning.

Men will allow God to be everywhere except on His throne. They will allow Him to be in His workshop to fashion worlds and make stars. They will allow Him to be in His almonry to dispense His alms and bestow His bounties. They will allow Him to sustain the earth and bear up the pillars thereof, or light the lamps of heaven, or rule the waves of the ever-moving ocean; but when God ascends His throne, His creatures then gnash their teeth.

We readily acknowledge that it is very humbling to the proud heart of the creature to behold all mankind in the hand of God as the clay in the potter's hand, yet this is precisely how the Scriptures of truth represent the case.

Los filósofos griegos tenían razón al decir que la guerra era la madre de todas las cosas.

Para crear el infierno en el mar o en la tierra, no eran menester más que un español y el filo de una espada.

El hombre salió de un puñado de barro y agua. ¿Por qué una mujer no habría de estar hecha de rocío, vapores terrestres y rayos de luz, de los condensados residuos de un arco iris? ¿Dónde reside lo posible...? ¿Dónde lo imposible?

comprende?... Se va transformando, muere y vive mientras nace, hasta que el artista dice basta. Sólo entonces termina. Y muere de verdad.

Un cuadro es la suma de sus destrucciones. Es algo vivo, ¿comprende?... Se va transformando, muere y vive mientras nace, hasta que el artista dice basta. Sólo entonces termina. Y muere de verdad.

Beginnings are so important. Just finding that right moment to introduce this character, this world, it's everything.

In the beginning, there was movement.

The artist realizes himself in his work; the mind realizes itself in life.

Maybe everyone had that one thing that would tempt them—in her case, the sight of an artist's arm rising and falling as it brought a new version of her into being. And if you caught sight of that, in the right place at the right time, then some new bubble of possibility opened out, and some extraordinary thing unfolded.

Because women live creatively, they rarely experience the need to depict or write about that which to them is a primary experience and which men know only at a second remove. Women create naturally, men create artificially.

When we create out of our experiences, as feminists of color, women of color, we have to develop those structures that will present and circulate our culture.

Art is not living. It is the use of living.

If I had created myself, I would be taller, blond, and more well endowed, financially. I would have cast out spiders and bad-hair days. Therefore, and hence, I believe strongly in a Creator who not only gave me the gift, but the free will to create my own journey through life.

I, too, am beginning to feel an immense need to become a savage and create a new world.

It got so I used all of myself up in the making of that song. Then I was the song in search of itself. That song rattling in my throat and I'm looking for it.

I choose a block of marble and chop off whatever I don't need.