Quotes About Creation

Everyone wanted to create his own history. There was nothing as powerful as the written word; history had taught them all that much.

Everything was really a story, penned or thought or acted out at some time by someone.

Then maybe you can tell me something else. How is it that Elyon can allow evil to exist in the black forest? Why doesn't he just destroy the Shataiki?" "Because evil provides his creation with a choice," the child said as though the concept was very simple indeed. "And because without it, there could be no love.

The universe was created in the hopes of distilling a portion of genuine love – Janjic

In the beginning was Scream Who begat Blood Who begat Eye Who begat Fear Who begat Wing Who begat Bone Who begat Granite Who begat Violet Who begat Guitar Who begat Sweat Who begat Adam Who begat Mary Who begat God Who begat Nothing Who begat Never Never Never Never Who begat Crow Screaming for Blood Grubs, crusts Anything Trembling featherless elbows in the nest's filth

One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring clean... It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked useful but had seemed wrong, ideas he'd mislaid and forgotten... There was even a tiny lump of sun. He scratched his head. What could be done with all this rubbish?

You carried it all, like shards and moults on a tray, To be reassembled In the poem to be written so prettily, And to be worn like a fiesta mask By the daemon that gazed through it As through empty sockets – that still gazes Through it at me.

We stir Our self-colour in the pot of colours Which is the world.

In a way, I suppose, I think of poems as a sort of animal. They have their own life, like animals, by which I mean that they seem quite separate from any person, even from their author, and nothing can be added to them or taken away without maiming and perhaps even killing them. And they have a certain wisdom. They know something special … something perhaps which we are very curious to learn.

Once created, a power vacuum will be filled, whether by you or some asshole.

We must not forget that the human soul, however independently created our philosophy represents it as being, is inseparable in its birth and in its growth from the universe into which it is born. - Teilhard de Chardin

I cannot write any sort of story unless there is at least one character in it for whom I have physical desire.

It is almost as if you were frantically constructing another world while the world that you live in dissolves beneath your feet, and that your survival depends on completing this construction at least one second before the old habitation collapses.

God made man in His own image, but man has certainly paid Him back again.

The lexicon of language, then, is a finite set of terms that by metaphor is able to stretch out over an infinite set of circumstances, even to creating new circumstances thereby.

There are often evolutionary parallels on the different worlds because creation tends to be economical.

God loved us before he made us; and his love has never diminished and never shall.

See that I am God. See that I am in everything. See that I do everything. See that I have never stopped ordering my works, nor ever shall, eternally. See that I lead everything on to the conclusion I ordained for it before time began, by the same power, wisdom and love with which I made it. How can anything be amiss?

For He that made man for the sake of love, would by the same love restore man to bliss, even greater than before.

Also in this He shewed me a little thing, the quantity of an hazel-nut, in the palm of my hand; and it was as round as a ball. I looked thereupon with eye of my understanding, and thought: What may this be? And it was answered generally thus: It is all that is made.

And at the moment that our soul is breathed into our body, when we are created as sensory beings, mercy and grace at once begin to work, taking care of us and protecting us with pity and love; and during this process the Holy Spirit forms in our faith the hope that we shall rise up above again to our substance, into the virtue of Christ, increased and accomplished through the Holy Spirit.

the goodness that each thing hath, it is He.

the beholding of Him, and generally of all His works. For they are full good; and all His doings are easy and sweet,

The idea of an incarnation of God is absurd: why should the human race think itself so superior to bees, ants, and elephants as to be put in this unique relation to its maker? . . Christians are like a council of frogs in a marsh or a synod of worms on a dung-hill croaking and squeaking "for our sakes was the world created."