Quotes About Creation

I will build you with stones of turquoise. (Isaiah 54:11)

In the still air the music lies unheard; In the rough marble beauty hides unseen; To make the music and the beauty needs The master's touch, the sculptor's chisel keen. Great Master, touch us with Your skillful hands; Let not the music that is in us die! Great Sculptor, hew and polish us; nor let, Hidden and lost, Your form within us lie!

No, I'll dream another dream," he said. "I've made up so many things, now I'll just go into one. I'll be part of it.

The Opera is obviously the first draft of a fine spectacle; it suggests the idea of one.

Dieu n'aurait pas été digne de créer le monde, s'il avait oublié dans le néant l'immense Racaille qui devait un jour le crucifier.

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There is no one, who possesses intelligence and uses reflection, who does not understand that it is one Being who both created all things and governs them with the same energy by which He created them.

I am focused on the work. I am constantly creating. I am a busy girl. I live and breathe my work. I love what I do. I believe in the message. There's no stopping. I didn't create the fame, the fame created me.

What I've discovered is that in art, as in music, there's a lot of truth-and then there's a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth, but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for, my moment. It's the moment that the audience falls in love.

Jehová, el dios barbado y huraño, dio a sus adoradores el supremo ejemplo de la pereza ideal; después de seis días de trabajo, descansó por toda la eternidad

The Shadow-maker shapes forever.

All human love is a faint type of God's; An echoing note from a harmonious whole; A feeble spark from an undying flame; A single drop from an unfathomed sea: But God's is infinite; it fills the earth And heaven, and the broad, trackless realms of space.

Telling a story is like sowing a seed—you always hope to see it become a beautiful tree, with firm roots and branches that soar up in the sky. But it is a peculiar sowing, for you will never know whether your seed sprouts or dies. Later

something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.

We are the beginning ... We always have been. This time, let it be more than a beginning.

There will be godstars. And they will be us.

We dreamed together of the world remade.

One's own life: an instrument for the shaping of the world.

I've seen other universes. I've been to them. And I destroyed them.

The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don't really know what you're going to get.

In the legends, chimaera were sprung from tears and seraphim from blood, but in this moment they are, all of them, children of regret.

You were kinder to yourselves in your legend than we were," Karou continued. "We made ourselves out of grief. You made yourselves in your gods' image, and with a noble purpose: to bring light to the worlds." "A black job we've done of it," he said.

That faeries have forgotten the Tapestry; that is the greatest tragedy of all. It's the fabric of all creation and it's woven of dreams, the dreams of the Djinn. Dreams are real, Magpie. They're seed and water and sun. They're everything.

I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form.