Quotes About Creation

The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell. For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed, and appear infinite, and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt.

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

La Eternidad está enamorada de las obras del tiempo.

Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

Love is the child that breathes our breath. Love is the child that scatters death.

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

The Ruins of Time builds Mansions in Eternity. (Letter to William Hayley, on the occasion of the death of Hayley's son)

To create a little flower is the labor of ages.

Arise from out the dewy grass! Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumberous mass. Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor, The watery shore, Are given thee till the break of day.

I have no name: I am but two days old.

Y?ld?zlar m?zraklar?n? aÅŸa??ya at?nca, GöÄŸü sulay?nca gözyaÅŸlar?yla, Güldü mü o, görünce eserini? Kuzuyu yaratan m? yaratt? seni?

If anything of the moment results — so much the better. And so much the more likely will it be that no one will want to see it.

One minute gives invention to destroy, What, to rebuild, will a whole age employ.

It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.

This does not matter. This is not anything yet. It all depends on what you do with it, afterward.

Life was created in the valleys. It blew up onto the hills on the old terrors, the old lusts, the old despairs. That's why you must walk up the hills so you can ride down.

Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity; it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all.

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move.

and your grandfather said, 'Suffer little children to come unto Me': and what did He mean by that? how, if He meant that little children should need to be suffered to approach Him, what sort of earth had He created; that if they had to suffer in order to approach Him, what sort of Heaven did He have?)

I prefer to think that no writer has got time to be too concerned with style, that he is simply telling this dramatic instance in the most effective way he knows, that the book, the story, creates its own style.

I made a fair job and I hope you will buy it and tell your friends and I hope they will buy it too.

For the Lord aimed for him to do and not to spend too much time thinking, because his brain it's like a piece of machinery: it won't stand a whole lot of racking. It's best when it all runs along the same, doing the day's work and not no one part used no more than needful. … But I reckon Cora's right when she says the reason the Lord had to create women is because man don't know his own good when he see it.

Foi quando aprendi que as palavras não servem para nada; que as palavras nunca se adaptam nem mesmo ao que elas querem dizer. Quando ele nasceu compreendi que a maternidade foi inventada por alguém que tinha de arranjar uma palavra para isso, porque as que tinham os filhos não queriam saber se havia ou não uma palavra para isso. Compreendi que o medo foi inventado por alguém que nunca tinha tido medo; o orgulho, por quem nunca tinha sentido orgulho.