Quotes About Creation

To my way of thinking, no one can live in the grandest cathedral on earth, the Rocky Mountains, and not know that there's someone bigger than man in charge of the world.

I've seen too much of the beauty of the Lord's creation to ever doubt the Almighty.

Why, he had once wondered, would a perfect God create the universe? To be generous with it, he believed now. For the pleasure of seeing pure gifts appreciated. Maybe that's what it meant to find God: to see what you have been given, to know divine generosity, to appreciate the large things and the small Ã¢â'¬Â¦

So God just leaves?" John asked, angry where Emilio had been desolate. "Abandons creation? You're on your own, apes. Good luck!" "No. He watches. He rejoices. He weeps. He observes the moral drama of human life and gives meaning to it by caring passionately about us, and remembering.

There's an old Jewish story that says in the beginning God was everywhere and everything, a totality. But to make creation, God had to remove himself from some part of the universe, so something besides Himself could exist. So He breathed in, and in the places where God withdrew, there creation exists. And Matthew 10:29.

There's an old Jewish story that says in the beginning God was everywhere and everything, a totality. But to make creation, God had to remove Himself from some part of the universe, so something besides Himself could exist. So He breathed in, and in the places where God withdrew, there creation exists.

The logic behind magic is that we create what we are imagining.

Art is only good at the moment it's done. After that it's dead. It's just so much dead shit. Artists are like people trying to hoard their shit.

Memoir done right is an art, a made thing. It's not just raw reportage flung splat on the page.

Truth works a trip wire that permits the book to explode into being.

Pollock once paid a fortune for a Picasso drawing, then erased it in order to see how it was made.

The Big Bang theory says that billions of years ago, a great explosion created all of space, matter, light, and even time. The clock of the cosmos starting ticking as all the stored energy in the explosion changed into matter. Einstein's E = mc2 explains it, actually. An enormous eruption of energy flies apart, converting E into mass, or m. The earliest matter was just particles and atoms, but those eventually formed stars, solar systems, and planets.

I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you, I swear to god that's how they make stars.

I am forced to conclude that God made Texas on his day off, for pure entertainment, just to prove that all that diversity could be crammed into one section of earth by a really top hand.

Evolution, then, is the creation myth of our age. By telling us our origins it shapes our views of what we are. It influences not just our thought, but our feelings and actions too, in a way which goes far beyond its official function as a biological theory. To call it a myth does not of course mean that it is a false story. It means that it has great symbolic power, which is independent of its truth. Evolution as Religion: Strange Hopes and Stranger Fears, p. 33

So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.

It must be a great disappointment to God if we are not dazzled at least ten times a day.

Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside each of us.

Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually. Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside each of us.

The multiplicity of forms! The hummingbird, the fox, the raven, the sparrow hawk, the otter, the dragonfly, the water lily! And on and on. It must be a great disappointment to God if we are not dazzled at least ten times a day.

Poems arrive ready to begin. Poets are only the transportation.

In creative work — creative work of all kinds — those who are the world's working artists are not trying to help the world go around, but forward.

that is to say, having chosen to claim my life, I have made for myself, out of work and love, a handsome life.

Song of the Builders On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God— a worthy pastime. Near me, I saw a single cricket; it was moving the grains of the hillside this way and that way. How great was its energy, how humble its effort. Let us hope it will always be like this, each of us going on in our inexplicable ways building the universe.