John Geddes Quotes
...you can't rationalize suffering - it's indeterminate - the real unknowable variable God substitutes in...
...don't be self-conscious - other people are completely unaware of you and more concerned with how they appear ...
I will not exorcise you—I’d miss your fragrance, the soft tread of your step on the stair
I think there are lovely sunsets in hell—and that’s where my desire for you is sending me
...I've discovered why you fascinate - you keep the mystery and as Carlyle noted, Wonder is the basis of worship...
...with you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape—like rain...
...thinking about laughing with 2 yr old Findlay today - Dostoyevsky was right, “The soul is healed by being with children.” ...
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...
...you can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one..
...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...
...people quote proverbs without realizing they're really in awe of the authority of their truth and the power of their expression...
...bow to genius, but to the authority of that genius - not the display of talent...
...how many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? - there is a garden in her face - how lovely...
...a writer without authority? Impossible. as Kenneth Burke says, creation implies authority in the sense of originator....
...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 ...
...it's not the medium that's the message - it's consciousness - the wonder of being able to wonder ...
...nobody ever takes from the desert anything but aridity and monsters...
...evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it...
...don't settle for pap - our thoughts wander through eternity - experience the wonder of being alive...
...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 ...
...language always occurs in a context - you can speak Elizabethan words, but to speak the language you have to put on the mindset...
...that's the essence of me - I don't think, I feel - at best, I think-feel...
...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?...
...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...
...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...
...we live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...
...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...
...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...
...spiritual or emotional pain doesn't become a memory so much as a bruise ...
...everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ...
...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...
...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...
...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...
...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?...
...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...
...I hardly ever see your profile, but have I told you it's beautiful? - like the soft gentle lines of snow...
...when someone is honest and vulnerable, they wring my heart - I want to hug them for being real...
...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 ...
...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...
...when your heart is broken, don't go silent - speak to God in his own language...
you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...