Quotes About Creation

If you had to say something definitive about the world in a single sentence what would that sentence be? It would be this: the world has created no living thing that it does not intend to destroy.

when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it.

Where you've nothing else, construct ceremonies out of the air, and breathe upon them.

Even in this world, more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.

The world has created no living thing that it does not intend to destroy.

A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost. Breathe it into being and coax it along with words of love. Offer it each phantom crumb and shield it from harm with your body

Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way at some flawed place n the iron dark of the world

Always so deliberate, hardly surprised by the most outlandish advents. A creation perfectly evolved to meet its own end. They sat at the window and ate in their robes by candlelight a midnight supper and watched distant cities burn.

Who builds in stone seeks to alter the structure of the universe.

To make the world. To make it again and again. To make it in the very maelstrom of its undoing.

The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.

God made this world, but he didn't make it to suit everybody, did he?

God) He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things.

God speaks in the least of creatures.

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge, exists without my consent.

The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off.

Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence.

Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.

What you write down becomes fixed. It takes on the constraints of any tangible entity. It collapses into a reality estranged from the realm of its creation. It's a marker. A roadsign. You have stopped to get your bearings, but at a price. You'll never know where it might have gone if you'd left it alone to go there.

The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before, no more, no less. The

There were no starry skies prior to the first sentient and ocular being to behold them. Before that all was blackness and silence.

So where does music come from?

This the day to shape the days upon.

What if the catalyst or the key to understanding creation lay in the immense mind of the whale?...Suppose if God came back from wherever it is he's been and asked us smilingly if we'd figured it out yet. Suppose he wanted to know if it had finally occurred to us to ask the whale. And then he sort of looked around and he said, By the way, where are the whales?