Quotes About Creation

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast...

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

Trees (For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only

You are a living, breathing vision board and can change it daily with your thoughts to create the life you desire.

A good home must be made, not bought.

Eleanor saw her days with her children as a kind of artwork, and as with the practice of making art, much that you attempted didn't work out. Still, the act of doing it felt as demanding and precious as the creation of any book.

Each strand of corn silk is actually a hollow tube connected to the undeveloped mother cob. The pollen travels down the silk to the cob, where it forms a single kernel. Each kernel has its own silk attached to it. Someone up there thought of everything, because they even made it so the silk is covered with a sticky substance that catches the pollen. To make sure it doesn't just blow away.

La tragedia absoluta proclama axiomáticamente que es mejor no nacer o, en en caso que esto ya no sea posible, morir joven. El modelo <> de la condición del hombre y de la mujer considera a éstos intrusos no deseados de la creación, seres destinados a padecer sufrimientos y frustraciones inmerecidos, incomprensibles y arbitrarios

La mano es el instrumento de nuestras obras, el signo de nuestra nobleza, el medio por donde la inteligencia reviste de forma sus pensamientos artísticos, y da ser a las creaciones de la voluntad, y ejerce el imperio que Dios concedió al hombre sobre todas las criaturas.

I've come to realize that life is what you make it.

It couldn't be clearer than in the ancient tale of Isis, Mistress of Magic, who has enough power to stop the sun in the sky but can't conceive the child she is destined to bear without sexual intercourse. Isis can resurrect her dead husband long enough for a quickie, she can charm up a working gold penis because the original went missing during the resurrection process, but with all that power she is unable to conceive a child without sperm.

If we are going to teach 'creation science' as an alternative to evolution, then we should also teach the stork theory as an alternative to biological reproduction.

The Sea knows her Creator and she gives Him glory every moment of every day just by being all that He created her to be - reflecting Him, being as much like Him as she can be. Sometimes she is gentle, calm and caressing. Sometimes she is powerful, strong and angry. Always she is her true self and a reflection of Him.

It has taken me a while to learn that I am God's creation—exactly as He intended. I thought I didn't trust you, but I now know I hadn't fully placed my trust in God." After

Creativity is, after all, the greatest satisfaction of the human mind.

a jöv?képteremtés az a képesség, hogy lássunk valamit, ami még nem létezik.

We each are artists of the self, creating a collage -- a new and original work of art -- out of scraps and fragments of identifications. The people with whom we identify are, positively or negatively, always important to us. Our feelings toward them are, in some way, always intense.

God designed each one of us for His purpose-and God doesn't make junk.

Pregnancy is a process that invites you to surrender to the unseen force behind all life.

We are born at the rise of the curtain and we die with its fall, and every night in the presence of our patrons we write our new creation, and every night it is blotted out forever; and of what use is it to say to audience or to critic, Ah, but you should have seen me last Tuesday?

The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it.