Top 100 John Geddes Quotes
#1. A madeleine moment - a sound, a scent can incant her presence ...
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#2. Don't be self-conscious - other people are completely unaware of you and more concerned with how they appear ...
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#3. 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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#4. Who is the hunchback in my comic opera, but me? I'm crippled on the inside and unable to make the gestures of love ...
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#5. The wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...
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#6. 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 ...
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#7. I've discovered why you fascinate - you keep the mystery and as Carlyle noted, Wonder is the basis of worship ...
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#8. You can use words if you wish, but I'm warning you - I've learned how to read your heart ...
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#9. I wish I could tell the tale of your beauty as my rough hands caress your face ...
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#10. It's not the medium that's the message - it's consciousness - the wonder of being able to wonder ...
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#11. No good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one ...
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#12. 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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#13. Have you been waiting all this time, faithful as always, my Life? ...
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#14. Have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ...
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#15. I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon ...
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#16. A passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna ...
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#17. 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 ...
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#18. He heard her in his heart - whispering from the mist
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#19. Maybe I am just your priest - or a churl - perhaps you mistrust me the way the medievals mistrusted monks ...
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#20. Why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age ...
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#21. If you're an artist, you've submitted to authority ...
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#22. Dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear? ...
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#23. Last night, lost in spaces between star - bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you
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#24. I play a piano of words - its icy tinkle echoes through your halls
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#25. The fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out - a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights
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#26. You have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you've changed the view from my window! ...
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#27. 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 ...
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#28. I know I misplace my glasses - the one's I don't need - you roll your eyes - but I don't misplace my love ...
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#29. Never be disappointing - you may wound me, but you must never be disappointing ...
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#30. Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night ...
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#31. God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds ...
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#32. I'm a man of stone - and my hands are not soft enough to brush away, each stray wisp of hair
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#33. You merely look at me and I want to confess, but don't - I've buried my heart under the floor boards, but you always dig it up ...
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#34. I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art ...
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#35. Your heart is your soul twinkling in the black firmament inside you ...
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#36. You don't read to exercise the mind but to take voyages
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#37. you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips
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#39. 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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#40. With you, I'm always on the verge - feeling dizzy like looking at waves - and you, my Love, make me tipsy ...
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#41. This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness
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#42. You were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors ...
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#43. Our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives ...
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#44. I love Shakespeare, but sometimes ... his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head ...
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#45. Did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely? ...
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#46. You are a river rock and belong in a stream - not here in this upper room sinking in my bed ...
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#47. My heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me ...
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#48. ...you don't need a calling to minister love...
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#49. The struggle is not with others, but within us, to do what we are called to do
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#50. You must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved ...
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#51. What else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love? ...
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#52. So now you know my eyes are green - because of my shirt? You never looked into my soul to know how much in me is green ...
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#53. 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 ...
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#54. 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 ...
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#55. I can think of other forms of worship than loving you, but none that make me feel so fulfilled ...
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#56. Night, and the moon a blur above
I wonder where the world hides you,
and if perhaps you still love me
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#57. When you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in ...
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#58. We compose our life in stories we tell ourselves
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#59. There must always be a secret to be unwrapped at Christmas - that's the rule
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#60. Burnt by the sun
of your mouth,
I'm unable to speak
or paint you with words
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#61. If you're an actor, and you've thought your way into the part, then you're character portrayal will have authority ...
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#62. Across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight ...
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#63. In the end, we all inherit a stone, after life's waves have rolled over us - and hopefully, she'll write upon it
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#64. I send my words to you over the ether net like a message in a bottle ...
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#65. Today there are bars of light on the rug, but Muse Cat prefers his tomato box where he can dream in private ...
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#66. I hide you inside me because I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind ...
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#67. Suffering breaks us until there's nothing left but gentleness
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#68. 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 ...
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#69. The magic of love runs at cross purposes with the rhythm of living ...
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#70. 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 ...
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#71. I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk ...
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#72. The wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...
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#73. I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face ...
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#74. Everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ...
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#75. 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 ...
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#76. That's the essence of me - I don't think, I feel - at best, I think-feel ...
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#77. If you don't regard your word as a sacred covenant, then there is nothing in you I can honor ...
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#78. Spiritual or emotional pain doesn't become a memory so much as a bruise ...
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#79. 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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#80. When someone is honest and vulnerable, they wring my heart - I want to hug them for being real ...
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#81. How are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words ...
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#82. This longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem ... must be you ...
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#83. I keep breaking things - appointments and porcelain, thinking of your lips ...
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#84. 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? ...
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#85. 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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#86. What makes a writer a prophet is his ability to speak truth ...
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#87. If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone ...
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#88. The art of Europe is drowned in the centuries in the war-scarred face of a motherland..
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#89. I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained ... because you were so lovely ...
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#90. I need you to be a listener - you need me to hang word on. We're friends because neither has discovered a limit where the other ends ...
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#91. you are a ring tone on the phone I didn't answer
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#92. I keep coming back to certain books, and you - to try to find myself again
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#93. I threw out all those Latin words - the ones that end in 'ion' - the ones that never quite describe you ...
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#94. We each harbor a shadow self with shadowy motives and murky desires ...
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#95. When the room goes silent, someone has spoken with authority ...
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#96. The heart aches through nights - the broken places of neglect
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#97. I see you kneeling in church - stained only by colored windows
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#98. 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 ...
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#99. You need to travel to see the ocean - I don't need the ocean - I have the sky ...
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#100. Sadder than a ticking clock, the moments without you
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