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Unmaking, decreating, is the only task man may take upon himself, if he aspires, as everything suggests, to distinguish himself from the Creator.
Art feasts upon its maker, I
This man dresses like an unmade bed.
There is, Oh Monks, a not-born, a not-become, a not-made, a not-compounded. Monks, if that unborn, not-become, not-made, not-compounded were not, there would be no escape from this here that is born, become, made and compounded.
I 'spect I growed. Don't think nobody never made me.
Unbelief is a master carpenter at cross-making.
A mind possessed
by unmade books,
unwritten lines
on empty hooks.
This book was born as I was hungry. Let m eexplain.
A new creation may look simple and you may say that anyone could have done it, but the fact is that you did not make it first.
One creates oneself.
A mind possessed by unmade books.
I loved something I made up
Simple, like uncarved wood.
The hands of man can manufacture many things both penetratingly brilliant and utterly astounding. Yet, despite their amazing dexterity and profound skill they cannot manufacture hope. Such a masterpiece as that is left for the hands of God and a manger crafted by those hands.
The marvelous Maker!
There's no 'Self made' we're all dependent.
I will not be what I was made, but what I make.
God, who is himself uncreated, creates everything. Gathering no materials, pinning no swatches to mood boards, consulting no color wheels, God speaks, and the universe leaps into being.
As the editor-in-chief of the do-it-yourself magazine 'Make,' I've met scores of dedicated makers. They come from all walks of life - rich, poor, young, old, male, female, religious, atheist, liberal, conservative.
We interrogate the world by making.
Man is emphatically self-made.
My creativity comes from an unhoned place, if 'unhoned' is a word ...
Freely the subject makes himself what he is, never in this life is the making finished, always it is in process, always it is a precarious achievement that can slip and fall and shatter.
All makers must leave room for the acts of the spirit. But they have to work hard and carefully, and wait patiently, to deserve them.
A story unwritten is without beginning or end. But in its potential lies another story; and in the heartbeat before pen meets page, both stories exist at once, reflecting endless permutations of the other, before one of them disappears forever.
Self-creation is the highest art.
The Maker is the one who is part of what he makes.
Man is made to create, from the poet to the potter.
I wanted clothing that I couldn't find, so I decided to make it.
can be made? Since we have made an
I had made it somewhere special, and I'd gotten there all on my own. Nobody had given it to me. Nobody had told me to do it. I'd climbed and climbed and climbed, and this was my reward. To watch over the world, and to be alone with myself. That, I found, was what I needed.
If we let it, unglued will allow us to become humbly and beautifully broken before Him.
If it is made with love, the imperfect becomes perfect.
Spontaneity is a meticulously prepared art
Man creates what he is.
In the process of making anything, a person moves beyond personal expression to make something that stands by itself. The work acquires its own internal validity, its own integrity.
Those who create are hard of heart.
The work of art which I do not make, none other will ever make.
A good poet's made as well as born.
He wondered if he really was capable of it. Then he thought what a thrill it would be to create something from nothing; to see, one day in the future, a new church here where now there was nothing but rubble, and to say: I made this.
Mother took the pie out of the oven and it hissed fragrant apple, maple, cinnamon steam through the knife cuts in the top crust. She was making her world beautiful. She was making her world delicious. It could be done, and if anyone could do it, she could.
You remarked once in a fit of pique you had made me famous. You were wrong, my dear. You have made me.
No one was creating and I always wanted to be created on.
The things that I make are that which a person will make. They're not meant to mimic nature. They are nothing but the result of a hand of a person.
When you craft something you create an eternity. When you tear down you hurt and you destroy, but anger doesn't last forever and soon your destruction is but dust under the muse of another's creation.
Writing a novel, I am making is an object that has a life and identity of its own, apart from me.
I have created something and let it loose upon the world. Whether it was my right to do so or not, I cannot say. At times I am filled with love for my creation. At others I am filled with regret and horror. But it is done. It has been created.
Craftwork--it is neither as easy as faith, nor as sure as science.
I was built with a love of the night and the unquiet coffin, that's all.
I counted myself so plain, so poorly made, that no honest love could come to me.
MAN IS THE MAKER OF HIS DESTINY
Ungrace causes cracks to fissure open between mother and daughter, father and son, brother and sister, between scientists, and prisoners, and tribes, and races. Left alone, cracks widen, and for the resulting chasms of ungrace there is only one remedy: the frail rope-bridge of forgiveness.
Man never creates, he only recombines the lines and colors of his own existance.
And we are made different. On the instant. What we know, what we were, is banished by that instant, razed like a castle under siege, and nothing is recognizable is left. The world is unmade.
A virgin a whole virgin is judged made and so between curves and outlines and real seasons and more out glasses and a perfectly unprecedented arrangement between old ladies and mild colds there is no satin wood shining.
A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.
Creation exists only in the unforeseen made necessary.
Rather, it is from the blather, rather, I am made.
Nobody's got it made. Nobody, no matter what they look like.
Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.
That which is creative must create itself.
Everything is made, but only people make things. I mean, how can a thing exist if it isn't made ? How can a shape be a shape if it isn't shaped ?
Who makes the world? Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it simply is, has been, will always be there ... a clock without a craftsman.
It's quite rare that you make something and think that you did something that no-one else had done.
Creation is a knack which is empowered by practice, and like almost any skill, it is lost if you don't practice it.
The faculty of creating is never given to us all by itself. It always goes hand in hand with the gift of observation.
For mankind you've made your wintry bed.
A shipwreck of your own mortality
Create from the heart.
I'm a creator at heart.
Your Karma is of your own making.
What an unilateral life, when from the material of a renunciation, we must fashion something we love.
Out of the debris of a statue thoroughly shattered a new art work is born: a naked foot unforgettably resting on a stone; a candid hand; a bent knee which contains all the speed of the foot race; a torso which has no face to prevent us from loving it.
Artistic creation is a demand for unity and a rejection of the world.
I created myself. I have taught myself so much.
You weren't an accident. You weren't mass produced. You aren't an assembly-line product. You were deliberately planned, specifically gifted, and lovingly positioned on the earth by the Master Craftsman.
Every quilt has an intentional flaw because the only thing that's perfect is God.
Beautiful objects are wrought by study through effort, but ugly things are reaped automatically without toil.
All this has been created from self-fault and self-imagination!
There is no such thing in the world as a "self-made man" or a "self-made woman". We've received so much from so many for so long that we can't even keep count. But, simply because we can't keep count, doesn't mean we discount.
I've left behind so many unfinished quilts in my life, beautiful pieces of dreams and intentions never fully assembled.
Roll, roll, roll. He nudged it with his foot to keep it straight. It was surprisingly satisfying to see acres and acres of forest and mountains and rivers unrolling across his floorboards. If he were a god, he thought, this would be precisely how he'd create his new world. Unrolling it like carpet.
I create easily and effortlessly when I let my thoughts come from the loving space of my own heart.
I am a wife-made man.
Every moment, every day, we are all making something -- whether it's science or art, a relationship to a destiny -- building it choice by choice, moment by moment.
That's a maker," Isidore said. "That's the way they are. Creativity in large and small ways defines their nature in everything they do.
The Maker is Mighty!
You are a creative expression of the universe. You are worthy.
All authentic art is conceived at a sacred moment and nourished in a blessed hour; an inner impulse creates it, often without the artist being aware of it.
Only God creates. The rest of us just copy.
The word is the making of the world
Things have to be beautifully made, even if they are full of fun, fantasy and futility
You are creating through your choices, even now. Choose wisely.
I've been melted into something
too easy to spill. I make more
and more of myself in order
to make more and more of the baby.
He takes it, this making. And somehow
he's made more of me, too.
Nothing is set in stone. A bird can be refolded into a boat, a fish, a kimono, or any other extravagant vision. At other times it aches to return to its original folds. The paper begins to fray. It tires, rebels.
We are all self-made, but only the successful will admit it.
If you can build it, you can unbuild it
The habits of craft, developed day in and day out over a working lifetime, create moments of astonishment, sublime and magical effects, precisely because the writer is not thinking overtly about making art.
I have just created something totally illogical.
Crafting, or 'making things,' has always been a delightful pastime of mine because it requires putting common elements together in order to achieve a lovely something that nobody needs.
A soul can create only when alone ...