Quotes About Creation

Success is a bitter fruit: sooner or later, what you have created turns against you, becomes your torment.

Out of nothingness arises the sign of infinity; beneath the ever-rising spirals slowly sinks the gaping hole. The land and the water make numbers joined, a poem written with flesh and stronger than steel or granite. Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown…

In a world grown paralyzed with introspection and constipated by delicate mental meals this brutal exposure of the substantial body comes as a vitalizing current of blood. The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.

I had to learn, as Balzac did, that one must write volumes before signing ones own name.

On the meridian of time there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.

Make me into any fantastic shape, use all your art, exhaust your lung-power - still I shall only be a thing fabricated, at the best a beautiful cultured soul.

Ä°ster kabul edilsin, ister edilmesin, sanatç?n?n kafas? sürekli olarak dünyay? yeniden yaratma, insan?n safl???n? yeniden yaratma düÅŸüncesiyle meÅŸguldür. Bunun ötesinde, insan?n safl???n? yaln?zca özgürlüÄŸünü kazanarak yeniden elde edebileceÄŸini bilir. ÖzgürlüÄŸün buradaki anlam? otomasyonun ölümüdür.

Like Boticelli's Venus, you rose from the sea and are still all foam!

There are no more books to be written, thank God.

I understand full well that it is not the mob which creates the films we see—not technically, at any rate. But in a deeper sense it is the mob which actually creates the films. For the first time in the history of art the mob has dictated what the artist should do.

Man's task is to make of himself a work of art!

until the heart bursts and there is nothing left but a blinding, scorching light, the radiant light that carries off the fecundated seeds of the stars. The story of art which roots lie in massacre.

Seni düzüyorum Tania, düzülmüÅŸ kalas?n diye.

We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.

Great is the art of beginning.

Art is the child of Nature.

Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose only Only to love and to be loved again, he breathed forth his spirit Into the slumbering dust, and upright standing, it laid its Hand on its heart, and felt it was warm with a flame out of heaven Quench, oh quench not that flame! It is the breath of your being

Great is the art of beginning, but even greater is the art of ending.

Even a soul submerged in sleep is hard at work and helps make something of the world.

To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme.

For small erections may be finished by their first architects; grand ones, true ones, ever leave the copestone to posterity. God keep me from ever completing anything. This whole book is but a draught—nay, but the draught of a draught. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, and Patience!

God help thee, old man, thy thoughts have created a creature in thee; and he whose intense thinking thus makes him a Prometheus; a vulture feeds upon that heart forever; the vulture the very creature he creates.

Oh, thou clear spirit, of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, I breathe it back to thee.

For small erections may be finished by their first architects; grand ones, true ones, ever leave the copestone to posterity. God keep me from ever completing anything.