Quotes About Creation

A beautiful, fresh, white paper—it frightens, ja ? 'I am pure and virgin, I am perfect already,' it says. 'Who dares to mar this so-perfect white?' Only the artist says, 'I dare. You exist only to receive my thought, my image, my stroke of blue!

The joy of the struggle! That is the keynote of immortality, the keynote of power. Let this be my final message to the world. Tell them to enjoy their struggles, to thrill at the endless possibilities of combination and creation, to live in the moment while preparing for long hence, and not to exaggerate the importance of momentary failures and disappointments.

I am going to make everything around me beautiful - that will be my life.

I'm going to make everything around me beautiful—that will be my life.

Eu, que mato mesmo quando descrevo a morte como natural, acidental. E mato porque quem conta sempre mata aquilo que originou o conto.

For God took a handful of blizzard snow, blew on it and created the horse.

God created us to be worshipers because it is right that he be known, loved and worshiped. This isn't because he is needy and wishes someone would tell him how special he is. No, it's because he is perfect and the worship of his perfection is holiness in action.

What it takes to be unique, is just to realize that you are one & only i.e. you are a unique creation. So, be & remain unique.

Music is one of those things that is constantly going in my head all the time. It's sort of like the evolution and creation of doing food, or my philosophy about wine. It's always beating in my head, so it keeps the spirit moving.

Reality is a creation of our excesses.

Bach's music is the only argument proving the creation of the Universe cannot be regarded as a complete failure. Without Bach, God would be a complete second-rate figure.

Every work turns against its author: the poem will crush the poet, the system the philosopher, the event the man of action. Destruction awaits anyone who, answering to his vocation and fulfilling it, exerts himself within history; only the man who sacrifices every gift and talent escapes: released from his humanity, he may lodge himself in Being. (...) One always perishes by the self one assumes: to bear a name is to claim an exact mode of collapse.

Bach's music is the only argument proving the creation of the Universe cannot be regarded a complete failure.

Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact.

Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.

Ce poate fi mai deprimant decât faptul c? ultimul avorton posed? facultatea de a da via??, de-a "aduce pe lume"? Cum s? nu te cuprind? spaima sau sila când te gândeÅŸti la miracolul ce face din primul venit un demiurg pe puncte? Ceea ce trebuia sa fie un dar la fel de excepÅ£ional ca ÅŸi geniul a fost distribuit tuturora de-a valma: generozitate de spe?? joas? ce descalific? pe vecie natura.

Când asculÅ£i pe Bach, vezi cum se înfirip? Dumnezeu. C?ci muzica lui este generatoare de Divinitate.

Once we appeal to our most intimate selves, once we begin to labor and to produce, we lay claim to gifts, we become unconscious of our own gaps. No one is in a position to admit that what comes out of his own depths might be worthless. "Self-knowledge"? A contradiction in terms.

Viata se creeaza in delir si se desface in plictis.

Daca n-ar fi iubit durerea, n-ar fi avut nevoie sa nascoceasca iadul — utopie a suferintei.

Everything that is engenders, sooner or later, nightmares. Let us try, therefore, to invent something better than being.

Of all that was attempted this side of nothingness, is anything more pathetic than this world, except for the idea which conceived it?

Every work turns against its author: the poem will crush the poet, the system the philosopher, the event the man of action.

The more power man acquires, the more vulnerable he becomes. What he must fear most is the moment when, creation entirely fleeced, he will celebrate his triumph, that fatal apotheosis, the victory he will not survive.