Geddes Quotes & Sayings

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 ... — John Geddes

The best images are the ones that retain their strength and impact over the years, regardless of the number of times they are viewed. — Anne Geddes

Allegorical Fall As we know from the remarks at the beginning of this present work and spread throughout, even in antiquity not all believers thought the Bible was entirely historical. Speaking of Philo's allegorical interpretation of the fall of mankind as found in Genesis, for example, Geddes recounted a list of others in antiquity who understood biblical tales as cosmological and allegorical, not literal: — D.M. Murdock

thinking of us, our struggles and pain, grieves in me a song more dismal than the sparrows' protest to the morning rain — John J. Geddes

Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart ... — John Geddes

Writers, like priests, should have compassion ... and a sensitivity to pain ... — John Geddes

Don't settle for pap - our thoughts wander through eternity - experience the wonder of being alive ... — 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

Writing with ferocity is a gift, provided that ferocity is a monomaniacal devotion to pursuing the truth ... — John Geddes

The words I can't say are the holes I punch in the walls of my psyche ... — John Geddes

I'm a man of stone - and my hands are not soft enough to brush away, each stray wisp of hair — 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

What is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul ... — John Geddes

We've let go of so many things, but never each other's hand ... — John Geddes

Architecture arises out of our need to shelter the human animal in a spatial environment and to enclose the social animal in a group space. In this sense architecture serves our institutions and expresses the values of our culture. — Robert L. Geddes

All these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style ... — John Geddes

It is good to be the pitter-patter of snow, no? To be an unexpected moment in time. — Meia Geddes

Indexing is a successful approach to investing not because it's simple, but because it has performed so much better than the average active manager (the opposite of indexing), and the simplicity is just an added bonus. — Patrick Geddes

I wish I could tell the tale of your beauty as my rough hands caress your face ... — 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

Is the writer a prophet or priest - does he show the truth or serve the truth? ... — John Geddes

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

When you're a writer, you become deeper and more uniquely distinct, the more you go inside yourself ... — John Geddes

You can't rationalize suffering - it's indeterminate - the real unknowable variable God substitutes in ... — John Geddes

Not even the wind can bring a tear to my eye the way you do ... — 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

When everything changes, I need a bookmark - I need you ... — John Geddes

I see more pathology in others than I did ten years ago - the older I get, the more insane people seem ... — John Geddes

I think there are lovely sunsets in hell - and that's where my desire for you is sending me — John Geddes

You have a terrible beauty that scares me - a fierce defiance that won't be subdued - not that i want to tame you - I don't - I like to look ... — John Geddes

Redhead
All over the house
Strands of copper hair
Like filaments from a cobweb
Collect.
If you and I
Were ever to part
For months, perhaps years,
I'd be combing out,
Brushing or picking up
Strands of significance,
Traces of you
In my life — John Geddes

Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues ... — John Geddes

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

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 ... — 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

Town-planning," Geddes once wrote, "is not mere place-planning, nor even work-planning. If it is to be successful it must be folk-planning. This means that its task is . . . to find the right places for each sort of people; places where they will really flourish." These places, of course, are not really to be found, but have to be made. From his earliest designs for a botanical school garden and urban renewal work in Edinburgh to his latest building initiatives in Montpelier in southern France, Geddes pursued the creation of such places. He perceived himself as a gardener ordering the environment for the benefit of life. — Volker M. Welter

Yes I understand your spells - your sex magic - at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in ... — John Geddes

Does it seem strange in the loneliness of the present time, that I run to you? ... — John Geddes

I think that emotional content is an image's most important element, regardless of the photographic technique. Much of the work I see these days lacks the emotional impact to draw a reaction from viewers, or remain in their hearts. — Anne 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

Sadder than a ticking clock, the moments without you — John Geddes

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

Now 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 ... — John Geddes

I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion ... — John Geddes

...within invisible walls of dreams, we live a life that might have been... — John J. Geddes

You forget love - though you fled from them, you secretly loved the monsters of your childhood ... — John Geddes

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows ... — John Geddes

Being in the country is like being in a dream - one doesn't quite know who one is. There is an anonymity to it all - that strange human creature that is me, one among all. — Meia Geddes

True authority is not based on control - it's based on truth ... — 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

God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds ... — John Geddes

Winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird ... — John Geddes

The secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ... — 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

You are my winter suddenness - a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth — John Geddes

All day long, one storm then another - and I take your hands like gentle flowers that blossom into awareness — John Geddes

Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows ... — 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

I hide you inside me because I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind ... — John Geddes

You called me poet-priest - I am ... devoted to my art, faithful to you ... or, is the other way around? ... — John Geddes

Don't think love is just an emotion - I am dangerous and you know it because I will do anything you ask me to do ... — John Geddes

I think I would like to write a book on love because one cannot speak of it too much. A Small Study on Love. A Survey of Love. An Investigation of Love. A Compendium on Love. An Omnibus on Love. The Forms of Love. An Opus on Love. Portraits of Love. To Love and to Be Loved. I see a young woman striding down the street and I wonder if she is in a hurry to love. I wonder if there will ever come a day when people can exchange hearts. — Meia Geddes

Take off your sweater in the darkness and static flares as a tiny lightning storm - I am the same at the end of your fingertips ... — John Geddes

It's good to know wave and particle alpha code, but more than that, the writer must go to the heart of life ... — John Geddes

Dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear? ... — John Geddes

You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls ... — John Geddes

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 ... — John Geddes

A slippage, what has not come to pass or what has passed, a bit of nothingness or a bit of everything if one considers all a slip of paper might hold. — Meia Geddes

I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art ... — John Geddes

At some point we must achieve our identity -we can't be always in adolescence seeking who we are ... — John Geddes

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

You lifted the veil when you admitted you had no memory of that day - it was so special and your lack of recall so monstrous ... — John Geddes

When you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ... — John Geddes

I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do ... — John Geddes

Yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence ... — John Geddes

I've discovered why you fascinate - you keep the mystery and as Carlyle noted, Wonder is the basis of worship ... — John Geddes

My early writing was a silent fury - at what or whom, I had no idea - but I shut it in until it burned my bones and now, I've let it out ... — John Geddes

You've lost perspective? Well, get it back - God alone has the third person point of view in this life ... — John Geddes

What is art to the dilettante but the initiation of the sacred few to the exclusion of the profane crowd? ... — John Geddes

There's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me ... — John Geddes

I am in love with the stars of night - I have made them audible ... — John Geddes

You cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ... disturbing my placid universe ... marking the landscape within me ... — John Geddes

...thinking about laughing with 2 yr old Findlay today - Dostoyevsky was right, "The soul is healed by being with children." ... — John Geddes

I wonder if one can make one's life into a series of projects. — Meia Geddes

I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful ... — John Geddes

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 ... — John Geddes

Don't be afraid of going by a way you've never gone - that's the way we're all going ... — John Geddes

We compose our life in stories we tell ourselves — John Geddes

A passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna ... — John Geddes

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

put out the candles with your fire - I'm on fire — John Geddes

Your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over ... — John Geddes

Maybe all you need to do is find the heartbeat in everything. And if writing is living, the discovery of the beat of a heart, then when you read me, you are living by my side. — Meia Geddes

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

Good words - that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you - chew you over and over - if you carry such a small knife ... — John Geddes

Once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you ... — John Geddes