Poesis Quotes & Sayings

Winston Smith: Does Big Brother exist?
O'Brien: Of course he exists.
Winston Smith: Does he exist like you or me?
O'Brien: You do not exist. — George Orwell

Augustus Waters died eight days after his prefuneral, at Memorial, in the ICU, when the cancer, which was made of him, finally stopped his heart, which was also made of him. — John Green

Made by Nurse Bambi, my private assistant. — Rick Riordan

You pay God a compliment by asking great things of Him. — Teresa Of Avila

Not me. Give me honesty anytime. — Richelle Mead

So yes, I'm trying to think about the connections between politics and poetry. There's an awful lot you could say here.Poetics is a form of poesis, a form of production-construction, but there might be ways of conceiving of that in a much more interesting manner. That's what I'm thinking about at the moment. — Simon Critchley

For me there is a poesis, a poetics, around the trope of the road that is embedded within many life experiences of the people I've been close to. — Anne Waldman

Almost all the prosperity of a public society and civil community does, under God, depend on their rulers. They are like the main springs or wheels in a machine that keep every part in their due motion, and are in the body politic, as in the vitals in the body natural, and as the pillars and the foundation in a building. — Jonathan Edwards

I don't have a style. I just try to write what the story demands. — Helen Oyeyemi

I have absolutely no doubt at all that we will find evidence of weapons of mass destruction programmes. — Tony Blair

My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years. — Patrick Rothfuss

Time is in essence separation; separation produces pain; pain poesis; and poesis is what constitutes the unending stream of human life in this world. — Ananya Vajpeyi