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Quotes About Creation

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, a potting shed, a wall where peaches ripen, than to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.
~ Virginia Woolf
There was all the difference in the world between this planning airily away from the canvas and actually taking her brush and making the first mark.
~ Virginia Woolf
Immediately, Mrs. Ramsay seemed to fold herself together, one petal closed in another, and the whole fabric fell in exhaustion upon itself, so that she had only strength enough to move her finger, in exquisite abandonment to exhaustion, across the page of Grimm's fairy story, while there throbbed through her, like the pulse in a spring which has expanded to its full width and now gently ceases to beat, the rapture of successful creation.
~ Virginia Woolf
He is forced to coin words himself, and, taking his pain in one hand, and a lump of pure sound in the other (as perhaps the people of Babel did in the beginning), so to crush them together that a brand new word in the end drops out.
~ Virginia Woolf
Brooding, she changed the pool into the sea, and made the minnows into sharks and whales, and cast vast clouds over this tiny world by holding her hand against the sun, and so brought darkness and desolation...to millions of ignorant and innocent creatures, and then took her hand away suddenly and let the sun stream down.
~ Virginia Woolf
Books, she thought, grew of themselves.
~ Virginia Woolf
And then there it was, suddenly entire shaped in her hands, beautiful and reasonable, clear and complete, the essence sucked out of life and held rounded here - the sonnet.
~ Virginia Woolf
Why did men drink wine and women water? Why was one sex so prosperous and the other so poor? What effect has poverty on fiction? What conditions are necessary for the creation of works of art?—a
~ Virginia Woolf
Knitting is the saving of life.
~ Virginia Woolf
Moreover, a book is not made of sentences laid end to end, but of sentences built, if an image helps, into arcades or domes.
~ Virginia Woolf
I dig out beautiful caves behind my characters: I think that gives exactly what I want; humanity, humour, depth. The idea is that the caves shall connect, and each comes to daylight at the present moment" (Diary 2: 213).
~ Virginia Woolf
cuál es el estado mental más propicio al acto de creación?, me pregunté. ¿Puede uno formarse una idea del estado mental que favorece y hace posible esta extraña actividad?
~ Virginia Woolf
If one shuts one's eyes and thinks of the novel as a whole, it would seem to be a creation owning a certain looking-glass likeness to life, though of course with simplifications and distortions innumerable.
~ Virginia Woolf
made up, as one makes up the better part of life...making oneself up; ...creating an exquisite amusement...
~ Virginia Woolf
L'amore aveva migliaia di forme. Potevano esservi innamorati che avevano il dono di scegliere gli elementi delle cose e metterli insieme e così, dotandoli di una interezza che non possedevano nella realtà, fare di una scena, di un incontro tra persone (ora tutte svanite e separate), una sorta di globo compatto su cui il pensiero indugia, con cui l'amore gioca.
~ Virginia Woolf
Kifejezéseket és újra csak kifejezéseket kell gyártanom, hogy valami szilárd dolgot iktassak a szobalányok tekintete, az órák tekintete, az arcok tekintete és magam közé, különben sírni fogok.
~ Virginia Woolf
Do you exist? Have I made you up?
~ Virginia Woolf
But if there are no stories, what end can there be, or what beginning?
~ Virginia Woolf
Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
If I correctly understand the sense of this succinct observation, our poet suggests here that human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
do what only a true artist can do ... pounce upon the forgotten butterfly of revelation
~ Vladimir Nabokov
And blood-black nothingness began to spin. A system of cells interlinked, within cells interlinked, within cells interlinked within one stem. And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
Just like a man grieving because he has recently lost in his dreams some thing that he had never had in reality, or hoping that tomorrow he would dream that he found it again. That is how mathematics is created; it has its fatal flaw.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
anyone can create the future but only a wise man can create the past
~ Vladimir Nabokov