John Geddes Quotes - Page 3

...authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer...
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...Tolstoy said, happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story - then what does that make us?...
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Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin
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...I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17...
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...the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep...
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all day long, one storm then another—and I take your hands like gentle flowers that blossom into awareness
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...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...
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...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...
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...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...
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...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...
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...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...
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...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...
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...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...
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... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...
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...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...
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...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...
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...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...
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... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...
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...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...
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...consider yourself a functional character in someone else's novel - a background character - a person on the street - that's the perspective ...
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...you've lost perspective? Well, get it back - God alone has the third person point of view in this life ...
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...you have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you've changed the view from my window!...
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...I look out at the world through your transparent face...
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...the making of stories is only one part of my craft -mainly, I'm a heart whisperer...
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Light a campfire and everyone’s a storyteller
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...I committed a sin the day I refused you - I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be - forgive me, Love, for acting on principles...
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...I didn't want you flawless - I have a bare wall at home that's flawless - I wanted your character trapped in the amber of your skin...
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...if you're an actor, and you've thought your way into the part, then you're character portrayal will have authority...
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...the heart breaks in so many different ways that when it heals, it will have fault lines ...
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A heart never breaks in the same pattern of pieces
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our hearts break, and take us out of relationships that are too painful for us
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...at some point we must achieve our identity -we can't be always in adolescence seeking who we are...
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...you became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close...
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you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...
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...when your heart is broken, don't go silent - speak to God in his own language...
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...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...
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...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...
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...when someone is honest and vulnerable, they wring my heart - I want to hug them for being real...
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...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...
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...I hardly ever see your profile, but have I told you it's beautiful? - like the soft gentle lines of snow...
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...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...
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...spiritual or emotional pain doesn't become a memory so much as a bruise ...
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...everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ...
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...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...
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...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...
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...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...
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...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...
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...when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment...
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...we live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...
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...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...
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RedheadAll over the houseStrands of copper hairLike filaments from a cobwebCollect.If you and IWere ever to part— For months, perhaps years,I’d be combing out,Brushing or picking upStrands of significance,Traces of youIn my life
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...you want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you’re wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don’t seem to care...
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...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...
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...that's the essence of me - I don't think, I feel - at best, I think-feel...
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...you were there when they trampled me - you picked me up, healed me and gave me back my feelings - is it any wonder I love you?...
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...you do violence with your words if you force them - art is given - the words received, moment by moment from unseen hands - call it a Muse ...
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...language always occurs in a context - you can speak Elizabethan words, but to speak the language you have to put on the mindset...
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...don't settle for pap - our thoughts wander through eternity - experience the wonder of being alive...
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...nobody ever takes from the desert anything but aridity and monsters...
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...evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it...
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