Quotes About Creation

omnis mundi creatura quasi liber et pictura nobis est in speculum

Omnia mundi creatura quasi liber et pictura nobis est in speculum.

Yes. Mankind can't endure the thought that the world was born by chance, by mistake, just because four brainless atoms bumped into one another on a slippery highway. So a cosmic plot has to be found—God, angels, devils. Synarchy performs the same function on a lesser scale.

It seems that fictional worlds are parasitic on the real world.

But Saint Bernard was right: little by little the man who depicts monsters and portents of nature to reveal the things of God per speculum et in aenigmate, comes to enjoy the very nature of the monstrosities he creates and to delight in them, and as a result he no longer sees except through them.

In the beginning was the word and the word was with God, and the word was God

Claro, y Dios se divierte como un loco. Decidió ser impensable sólo para demostrar que Anselmo y Gaunilo eran estúpidos. Qué motivo más sublime para la creación, qué me digo, para el acto mismo en virtud del cual Dios determina su propio ser. Todo para poder denunciar la estupidez cósmica.

Ne naujienos kuria laikrašt?, o laikraštis kuria naujienas.

Así es como conoce Dios el mundo, porque lo ha concebido en su mente, o sea, en cierto sentido, desde fuera, antes de crearlo, mientras que nosotros no logramos conocer su regla, porque vivimos dentro de él y lo hemos encontrado ya hecho.

Facta est grando et ignis

Plan'in olusturulmasi gunlerimizi aliyordu. Buldugumuz en son bagintiyi birbirimize iletmek icin calismalarimiza ara veriyorduk. Elimize ne gecerse okuyorduk: ansiklopediler, gazeteler, resimli romanlar, yayinevi kataloglari.

Escribía como simple juego mecánico, para reflexionar en solitario sobre sus propios errores, se engañaba pensando que no estaba «creando» porque la creación, aun cuando es fuente de error, siempre se produce por amor a alguien distinto de nosotros.

Mientras te contraigas en el vacío puedes pensar aún que estás en contacto con el Uno, pero tan pronto como manosees la arcilla, aunque sea electrónica, te conviertes en un demiurgo, y quien se empeña en hacer un mundo ya está comprometido con el error y con el mal.

Descubrí, pues, que una novela no tiene nada que ver, en principio, con las palabras. Escribir una novela es una tarea cosmológica, como la que se cuenta en el Génesis (ya decía Woody Allen que los modelos hay que saber elegirlos).

Kitaplardaki tekboynuzlu t?pk? bir bask? gibidir. E?er bask? varsa, bask?s? yap?lan bir ?eyin var olmu? olmas? gerekir.

Yazar, yazd?ktan sonra ölmelidir. Metnin gidiÅŸini bozmamak için.

But even this writer writes in the hope, not all that secret, that his book itself will create, and in great quantity, many new exemplars of this reader, desired and pursued with such craftsmanlike precision, and postulated, encouraged, by his text.

Es posible que la realidad no sólo sobrepase a la ficción, sino que la preceda, o más bien se apresura con adelanto, a reparar los daños que la ficción reparará?

That is what art is, a process of creation, which makes itself a part of life, and builds new life in its own image, immortal and eternally operating within the soul of man. One accent of the Holy Ghost the heedless world hath never lost!

Lanny danced with light feet but a heavy heart; having created patterns in times of joy, he could reproduce them in times of sorrow.

I had to do the books I did because there were no books about those subjects to give me what I wanted. I had to clear up my world, elucidate it, for myself.

Boy, the only thing to make is the thing without a name.

Valmiki the Poet held all the moving world inside a water drop in his hand. The gods and saints from heaven looked down on Lanka, And Valmiki looked down at the gods in the morning of Time.

I remember the old northern legend of how God created the taiga while he was still a child. There were few colors, but they were childishly fresh and vivid, and their subjects were simple. Later, when God grew up and became an adult, he learned to cut out complicated patters from his pages and created many bright birds. God grew bored with his former child's world and he threw snow on his forest creation and went south forever.