John Geddes Quotes
...at some point we must achieve our identity -we can't be always in adolescence seeking who we are...
...you became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close...
...the heart breaks in so many different ways that when it heals, it will have fault lines ...
...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...
...if you're an actor, and you've thought your way into the part, then you're character portrayal will have authority...
...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...
...the making of stories is only one part of my craft -mainly, I'm a heart whisperer...
...you have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you've changed the view from my window!...
...consider yourself a functional character in someone else's novel - a background character - a person on the street - that's the perspective ...
...you've lost perspective? Well, get it back - God alone has the third person point of view in this life ...
... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...
...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...
...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...
...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...
... 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 ...
...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...
...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...
...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...
...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...
...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...
...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?...
...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...
...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...
all day long, one storm then another—and I take your hands like gentle flowers that blossom into awareness
...the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep...
...I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17...
...Tolstoy said, happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story - then what does that make us?...
...each person is required to ask, 'what is my authority?' - on what do you base your decisions? if it's yourself, then you are without excuse...
...authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer...
...if you've got writer's block, you aren't empty - maybe it's just like Twitter - overwhelmed, and loading seems to be taking a while...
...when you're a writer, you become deeper and more uniquely distinct, the more you go inside yourself...
...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...
...I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...
...I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace...
Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...
...I can think of other forms of worship than loving you, but none that make me feel so fulfilled...
...why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age....
...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art...
...when I chose you, I didn't want the commonplace - I didn't want a 'partner' - I wanted a shrine...
...but you - women like you are dangerous- ominous – take care, Love – men will first fear you, then later, turn you into a deity...
