Quotes about Maker

Israel has forgotten his Maker and built palaces; Judah has multiplied its fortified cities. But I will send fire upon their cities, and it will consume their citadels.

What use is an idol, that a craftsman should carve it—or an image, a teacher of lies? For its maker trusts in his own creation; he makes idols that cannot speak.

Has not My hand made all these things?’

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

We grow up hungry for love, and in ways so deep as to remain unexpressed we long for our Maker to love us.

Religious faith—for all its problems, despite its maddening tendency to replicate ungrace—lives on because we sense the numinous beauty of a gift undeserved that comes at unexpected moments from Outside. Refusing to believe that our lives of guilt and shame lead to nothing but annihilation, we hope against hope for another place run by different rules. We grow up hungry for love, and in ways so deep as to remain unexpressed we long for our Maker to love us.

I'll praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my noblest powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

L]iberty must at all hazards be supported. We have a right to it, derived from our Maker. But if we had not, our fathers have earned and bought it for us, at the expense of their ease, their estates, their pleasure, and their blood.

Be it remembered, that liberty must at all hazards be supported. We have a right to it, derived from our Maker. But if we have not, our fathers have earned and bought it for us at the expense of their ease, their estates, their pleasure, and their blood.

The heart is a secret with its Maker; no one on earth can hope to get at it or to touch it.

O fleeting joys of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes! Did I request thee, maker, from my clay to mold me man, did I solicit thee from darkness to promote me, or here place in this delicious garden? As my will concurred not to my being, it were but right and equal to reduce me to my dust, desirous to resign, and render back all I received, unable to perform thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold the good I sought not.

Let us not then suspect our happie State   Left so imperfet by the Maker wise,   As not secure to single or combin'd.   Fraile is our happiness, if this be so,   And EDEN were no EDEN thus expos'd.