Quotes About Creation

He was not convinced of the truth of the saying [] "The poet is born, not made" but he was quite sure of the truth of this at least: [] "The poem is made not born.

There is an art, Mr Daedalus, in lighting a fire. —So I see, sir. A very useful art. —That's it: a useful art. We have the useful arts and we have the liberal arts.

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What beautiful is is another question

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers laced behind my head, and wondered at the complexities and contradictions that must have existed in the earth's original clay when God first scooped it up in His palms.

THE ALLURE OF Montana is like a commitment to a narcotic; you can never use it up or get enough of it. Its wilderness areas probably resemble the earth on the first day of creation.

ALL MEN HAVE a religion or totems of some kind. Even the atheist is committed to an enormous act of faith in his belief that the universe created itself and the subsequent creation of intelligent life was simply a biological accident.

Women are the perfect creation. I don't care who hears that. Even before I hit puberty, they lived nightly in my dreams, and I have the feeling they'll live with me in the grave.

speculation on the nature of creation is a luxury reserved for scholars. The rest of us have to deal with one another and ferret our way through the snares and pitfalls that we create for our fellow man.

when it comes to understanding the mysteries of creation or the fact that light can enter the eye and form an image in the brain and send a poetic tendril down the arm into a clutch of fingers that could write the Shakespearean sonnets.

Many years back I gave up all claim to a rational view of the world and even avoided people who believed that the laws of physics and causality have any application when it comes to understanding the mysteries of creation or the fact that light can enter the eye and form an image in the brain and send a poetic tendril down the arm into a clutch of fingers that could write the Shakespearean sonnets.

application when it comes to understanding the mysteries of creation or the fact that light can enter the eye and form an image in the brain and send a poetic tendril down the arm into a clutch of fingers that could write the Shakespearean sonnets.

Glaciers and volcanoes both have the potential to transform landscapes, but one does so by burying what lies beneath, where the other spews forth new terrain.

Challenge is the crucible for greatness. It provides the context in which adversity and vision interact to provide for the creation of something new.

if he can write a book at all, a writer cannot do it by peeping over his shoulder at somebody else, any more than a woman can have a baby by watching some other woman have one. It is a genital process, and all of its stages are intra-abdominal;

These two parables as well as other teachings of the Lord about prayer cut to pieces the false doctrine of the universal fatherhood of God that has been so popular in this century. They teach that God is not the Father of all men. He is the Creator of all. But He is uniquely the Father of the Lord Jesus Christ and becomes the Father only of those persons who believe on Christ.

It was the building from the drawing in my brain. And if you don't think that's a weird sentence, maybe you should reread it.

Their mothers were nobodies, Marian (Max's mom) said. Donor eggs. Lab workers, techs, anyone we found. That was the point- that we could create a superrace out of anything. Out of trash . Well, you're right there, I said. Because we are a superrace. And I did come from trash .

Our parents were a test tube and a turkey baster.

I'd been told that he had been created-literally created-just for me,as my perfect other half. Let me tell you-if Dylan was my perfect other half, then i needed to give my first half a seriouis look-see.

Write about us," Robinson urged. "Tell our story." And I did it; I told our story. You hold it in your hands.

The right inspiration, [...]. That's the beauty of creation and imagination. Remaining open to what comes. The more seasoned the artist, the more capable he is of responding in the moment.

The natural gifts of this place, aided by law, politics, and science, could create a stronger, more elite population.

Write the story, don't write sentences.

As far as I understand, the Second Coming is already here. It's a consciousness. It is not someone who is going to arrive and land in a clearing in the forest. The Hell that they talk of is going to be people creating their own unhappiness, a Hell on Earth.