creation [Theme] Page 7

Any created work is self-sufficient and beginning to exist, is no longer dependent on its Creator. And love of the Creator, whatever it was, is personal happiness or tragedy of the Creator.

Each of us is the amount of happiness and distress, perfect creation of nature, is an amazing act of life in all its diversity. Each of us contains everything.

To be surprised, quite one minute. To do amazing thing, you need many years.

- You will be forced to act unjustly, no matter where you go, ' said the old man. - Life is to go against his nature. Sooner or later we have to do to every living creature. It's a cloudburst, collapse of any creature, the curse of any work, a curse, who feeds all life. Everywhere throughout the Universe.

Threat creation, if the power of their Creator more than our own.
(To use the thing, which invested the wisdom of many is superior to your own, is always fatal.)

Every work of fiction is always a faithful mirror of its Creator, and to disguise their nature no one can.

Creations sane eclipsed by outrageous creations.

Aforest sits and works; a swindler's doing and sits down.

You will agree, is the highest injustice that the immortal soul will of fate forced to live in a mortal body is the eternal essence in Brenna vial, a mighty temple on a Foundation of sand.
The creators of the world had a good sense of humor.

The highest pleasure is to do for others. To see the joy in the eyes of others - albeit not addressed to you personally, what you did, but still... to Hear admiring exclamations... the Most important thing is to stop and let go of what you've done. If you do not release, will not be able to scale new heights, because the burden of past achievements will be hanging on your feet with heavy chains...

Mere mortals were given the gift of creation, beyond even the angels...

Voluptuous penetrate into the plate, the needle acts with certainty and a higher degree of determination. Initially, the point arises as the negative, through short, sharp injections of the plate. Needle, a pointed metal - cold. Plate, smooth copper, heat. The color of tight layer is applied to the entire plate and washed off so that the point simply and naturally remained lying on the bright bosom of the plane. The push press is similar to the violence. The plate cuts into the paper. The paper penetrates the smallest recesses and draws in color. A painful process, leading to the complete fusion of color with the paper. So there is a small black dot - a picturesque element.

Every man is born a Creator, each in their field, and each according to their strengths and capabilities have to be creative to the best that was in him, left of him.

... your soul belongs only to you. Make of it what you want. We all, every design ourselves. And at the end of life's journey we present our souls to our Patrons, like a craftsman, the creation of his own hands.