Quote by Tessa Afshar

“We both used force against the clay. We both raised it only to knock it down. But the force I used broke it, whereas you only made it pliable and centered so it could be shaped. I weakened the clay, and you strengthened it. I diminished it, and you held it together." She shrugged, not understanding the intensity of his gaze as he studied the shapeless mound on the wheel. "I am an experienced potter." The wheel had long since come to a stop. Dust motes danced above it in the fat rays of sunshine that streaked through the window. "It makes me think of God," he said into the silence. "The wheel?" She grasped the allusion. "Jeremiah's potter, you mean?" He smiled. "Yes. Jeremiah's potter: 'Behold, like the clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand.' "Except that for years, when I saw God as the potter, I saw someone with my hands at the wheel instead of yours. Someone with too much force, who weakens us and breaks us down. Someone who destroys us. But looking at you just now, I was reminded that you can also be knocked down for good.”

Quote by Tessa Afshar