John Geddes Quotes - Page 4

...it begins with isolation - demons always inhabit desolate places...
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...it's not the medium that's the message - it's consciousness - the wonder of being able to wonder ...
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...people quote proverbs without realizing they're really in awe of the authority of their truth and the power of their expression...
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...bow to genius, but to the authority of that genius - not the display of talent...
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...how many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? - there is a garden in her face - how lovely...
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...a writer without authority? Impossible. as Kenneth Burke says, creation implies authority in the sense of originator....
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...it's not the stories - it's the pain and the joy and the people who stay with you long after the stories are told ...
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...you can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one..
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...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...
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...cities are murky places - hatching grounds for monsters...
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... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...
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...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...
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...thinking about laughing with 2 yr old Findlay today - Dostoyevsky was right, “The soul is healed by being with children.” ...
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...with you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape—like rain...
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...I've discovered why you fascinate - you keep the mystery and as Carlyle noted, Wonder is the basis of worship...
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when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud
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There must always be a secret to be unwrapped at Christmas—that’s the rule
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I am a bed of sparks you breathe upon and kindle
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I will not exorcise you—I’d miss your fragrance, the soft tread of your step on the stair
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you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips
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burnt by the sunof your mouth, I’m unable to speak or paint you with words
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I think there are lovely sunsets in hell—and that’s where my desire for you is sending me
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put out the candles with your fire—I’m on fire
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...don't be self-conscious - other people are completely unaware of you and more concerned with how they appear ...
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...it was inevitable I loved you - we were soul mates - for the same reason, we were fated to suffer...
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...everything I treasure is broken - it's of no use to anybody but me...
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...love is suffering - that's the happy ending...
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...you go back to liberate the captives and sadly realize, some want to remain tied down in the cave...
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...the real absurdity is that to love is to suffer, but the reverse isn't always true...
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...it's always somebody's fault - I blame you for my helpless love - do you think I chose this? Your beauty compelled me...
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...you can't rationalize suffering - it's indeterminate - the real unknowable variable God substitutes in...
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suffering breaks us until there’s nothing left but gentleness
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...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ...
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...the answer is not in the damn blank page - it's in the days or years before and you have to dredge it up - exhume the past again ...
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...there is no map of the soul because we make it up as we go...
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the struggle is not with others, but within us, to do what we are called to do
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...you don't need a calling to minister love...
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the abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart...
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...to know an other's interior life you are his confessor or a writer - the one is admitted freely, the other intrudes by discerning of spirits
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...we fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves...
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...we each harbor a shadow self with shadowy motives and murky desires...
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...people demonize certain types of crime - it's a way of distancing ourselves from the monsters...
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...ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know...
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...futility is being sorry while doing nothing to remove the cause ...
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...when people oppose your view, you can become a lightning rod, but if I were you, I'd let them stew...
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...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...
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...I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short ...
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...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...
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...what is sacred is the other person -we forget that sometimes - and fail to honor who they are ...
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... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...
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...we have entertained ourselves with the pornography of violence and inflamed passions that might otherwise have slumbered...
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...here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond - not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed ...
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...a sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing ...
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...if you don't regard your word as a sacred covenant, then there is nothing in you I can honor ...
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...the monk beat me to break my spirit, incensed I knew Acquinas - angry, I knew his riddle - beauty is what is pleasing to the eye - he wasn't...
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..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...
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......and not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now...
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...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...
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I write small poems— the kind that fit on a postcard… and still can break your heart
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...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...
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