John Geddes Quotes & Sayings

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 ... — John Geddes

Yes I speak a different language - the dark fire of poetry - it flutters and gutters in tune with the mood
... — John Geddes

After life has broken you open, perhaps you may create art — John Geddes

Telling doesn't help me - it helps you. As Wilde says, It is the confession, not the priest, that gives absolution ... — John Geddes

We each harbor a shadow self with shadowy motives and murky desires ... — John Geddes

I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ... — John Geddes

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 ... — John Geddes

I put you on the pedestal - made you a saint - dare I blaspheme? ... — John Geddes

I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again ... — John Geddes

If you don't regard your word as a sacred covenant, then there is nothing in you I can honor ... — John Geddes

That yearning inside you that seeks for fulfillment - does it still burn? ... — John Geddes

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 ... — John Geddes

I don't want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love ... — John Geddes

When I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud — John Geddes

When the room goes silent, someone has spoken with authority ... — John Geddes

Fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges - icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested — John Geddes

Sorrow binds us - I will always cherish you - my only disillusionment is unspoken words ... — John Geddes

you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips — John Geddes

Cities are murky places - hatching grounds for monsters ... — John Geddes

You became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close ... — John Geddes

We use intimacy to refer to the physical when it really pertains to the spiritual .. — John Geddes

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 ... — John Geddes

Some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns ... — John Geddes

...true love is my religion... — John Geddes

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night ... — John Geddes

You can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one.. — John Geddes

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 ... — John Geddes

With you, I'm always on the verge - feeling dizzy like looking at waves - and you, my Love, make me tipsy ... — John Geddes

The heart mourns people and places and returns to them in dreams ... — John Geddes

You think so logically ... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically ... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth ... — John Geddes

When you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in ... — John Geddes

When people oppose your view, you can become a lightning rod, but if I were you, I'd let them stew ... — John Geddes

I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath ... — John Geddes

Everyone struggles to guard their heart from breaking, when they should desire to have a heart that breaks ... — John Geddes

I learn about the sacred in the everyday - I look in your face ... — John Geddes

I play a piano of words - its icy tinkle echoes through your halls — John Geddes

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us — John Geddes

The wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ... — John Geddes

When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls ... — John Geddes

The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky ... — John Geddes

When you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real ... — John Geddes

I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been ... — John Geddes

You must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved ... — John Geddes

I guess you're right - I am a priest - I offer sacrifices - so take this line, I want you to have something of mine ... — John Geddes

If you're an actor, and you've thought your way into the part, then you're character portrayal will have authority ... — John Geddes

You know the way of the wind in the night - the desolate alleys my soul takes — John Geddes

There is no map of the soul because we make it up as we go ... — John Geddes

Moonlight possesses no alchemy to transmute good motives to base, but it does excite love magic ... — John Geddes

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 ... — John Geddes

If you're an artist, you've submitted to authority ... — John Geddes

Surely by now you must know: It's love; it's love - but will there ever be good news? ... — John Geddes

Your heart is your soul twinkling in the black firmament inside you ... — John Geddes

How many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? - there is a garden in her face - how lovely ... — John Geddes

When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears ... — John Geddes

Spiritual or emotional pain doesn't become a memory so much as a bruise ... — John Geddes

Nobody ever takes from the desert anything but aridity and monsters ... — John Geddes

A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing ... — John Geddes

I love Shakespeare, but sometimes ... his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head ... — John Geddes

You and I are black and white - a film noir, filled with gestures, poignant and tender — John Geddes

I threw out all those Latin words - the ones that end in 'ion' - the ones that never quite describe you ... — John Geddes

In January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses ... lie abandoned by you ... — John Geddes

With you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape - like rain ... — John Geddes

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? ... — John Geddes

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me ... — John Geddes

I send my words to you over the ether net like a message in a bottle ... — John Geddes

You ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled ... — John Geddes

Never be disappointing - you may wound me, but you must never be disappointing ... — John Geddes

It's easy to express romantic love - harder to manage daily love - to forgive failings close to feelings - to divide self from soul ... — John Geddes

A madeleine moment - a sound, a scent can incant her presence ... — John Geddes

What makes a writer a prophet is his ability to speak truth ... — John Geddes

I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat ... — John Geddes

You are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow ... — John Geddes

That's the essence of me - I don't think, I feel - at best, I think-feel ... — John Geddes

Beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears ... — John Geddes

Consider yourself a functional character in someone else's novel - a background character - a person on the street - that's the perspective ... — John Geddes

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul ... — John Geddes

All winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly ... consuming ... — John Geddes

Evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it ... — John Geddes

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 ... — John Geddes

Being with you was so easy and natural - there was no strain - I never had to guard my words ... — John Geddes

If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone ... — John Geddes

How are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words ... — John Geddes

Allowing yourself to be vulnerable makes you weak but also opens you to the nuances of beauty ... — John Geddes

In India ink your writing is lovely, but not as lovely as your hand - it is your hand - I know your hand - it fits so well in mine ... — John Geddes

I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind ... — John Geddes

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? ... — John Geddes

Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin ... — John Geddes

I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys ... — John Geddes

There's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul ... — John Geddes

Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin — John Geddes

Words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ... — John Geddes

Everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ... — John Geddes

Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight — John Geddes

We live in a different world, you and me - governed by different laws ... — John Geddes

It's not the medium that's the message - it's consciousness - the wonder of being able to wonder ... — John Geddes

At dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door ... — John Geddes

Some writers closet themselves - I write wherever I am because that's where life is happening ... — John Geddes

You listen first with the ears - then, you wait and listen for what your heart feels - then you consider what they've said - then, you reply ... — John Geddes

Goodness is not the absence of evil - it's the light that pushes back the darkness ... — John Geddes

When people lose their way and lack a real purpose for living they often fall back on certain forms of escapism as a form of self-soothing ... — John Geddes