Geddes Quotes

#1. The furnace of affliction comes from doing what seems right in our own eyes ...

John Geddes

#2. Sorrow binds us - I will always cherish you - my only disillusionment is unspoken words ...

John Geddes

#3. Only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ...

John Geddes

#4. Why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age ...

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#6. I would like to do more in appreciating the mindset of the child. Maybe it has something to do with taking ourselves very seriously and with great disregard, as well as having a healthy does of awe and doubt for all else.

Meia Geddes

#7. I photograph from the heart. I adore little babies and I think that shows. My images are really very positive, very simple, and from the heart. Babies speak a universal language.

Anne Geddes

#8. Some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns ...

John Geddes

#9. You fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought ...

John Geddes

#10. Maybe I am just your priest - or a churl - perhaps you mistrust me the way the medievals mistrusted monks ...

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#12. The trouble with flowers is that invariably, when I'm ready to photograph them, they are not in season.

Anne Geddes

#13. You are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me ...

John Geddes

#14. 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

#15. 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

#16. A heart never breaks in the same pattern of pieces

John Geddes

#17. They say a reformed roue makes the best husband, but, Oh! Didn't they tell you? Monsters can't be reformed ...

John Geddes

#18. He heard her in his heart - whispering from the mist

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#21. Loveliness is the Milky Way ... but also all the myriad points of radiance streaming from your beauty ...

John Geddes

#22. 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

#23. A passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna ...

John Geddes

#24. 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

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

John Geddes

#26. 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

#27. When ads become part of the information-gathering process, they cease to be ads. At this point in time, they are pieces of information that consumers are seeking. Wouldn't you like your ads to be sought after, not ignored?

Brad Geddes

#28. I play a piano of words - its icy tinkle echoes through your halls

John Geddes

#29. You can't rationalize suffering - it's indeterminate - the real unknowable variable God substitutes in ...

John Geddes

#30. I will not exorcise you - I'd miss your fragrance, the soft tread of your step on the stair

John Geddes

#31. The feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches ...

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#33. I should think a poet president would be able to create a delectable confluence of various spaces. A poet is most political.

Meia Geddes

#34. Your window square a yellow kite, and the Moon a white balloon

John Geddes

#35. If you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain ...

John Geddes

#36. When you're a writer, you become deeper and more uniquely distinct, the more you go inside yourself ...

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#38. Last night, lost in spaces between star - bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you

John Geddes

#39. The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart ...

John Geddes

#40. There's an impotency Viagra can't touch - the inability of a man to speak ...

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#42. It's always somebody's fault - I blame you for my helpless love - do you think I chose this? Your beauty compelled me ...

John Geddes

#43. Children are the true believers, and some of us are lucky enough to make the transition to adulthoood without ever losing the ability to see through young eyes.

Anne Geddes

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

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#46. We use intimacy to refer to the physical when it really pertains to the spiritual ..

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#48. I know Shakespeare said art is holding up a mirror to nature- but you're actually bending and refracting it through your interior dialogue ...

John Geddes

#49. Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths ...

John Geddes

#50. If you're an artist, you've submitted to authority ...

John Geddes

#51. Who is the hunchback in my comic opera, but me? I'm crippled on the inside and unable to make the gestures of love ...

John Geddes

#52. Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad.

Anne Geddes

#53. The strands that connect us are frail, so don't hang great weights on slender wires ...

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#56. God and your heart both whisper - incline your ear - don't just learn from your head ...

John Geddes

#57. I wonder how much space I take up, if a thought can take up secondary space.

Meia Geddes

#58. If it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart ...

John Geddes

#59. 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

#60. The wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...

John Geddes

#61. In this summer heat, I must remember that the realest things are the closest and farthest away, like the warmth found in winter: the heat hidden in the folds of one's coat, a lost floating breath, a kiss across the distance of zero degrees.

Meia Geddes

#62. I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe ...

John Geddes

#63. You mean you don't fit characters into a plot? excatly ...

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#66. 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

#67. You can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one..

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#69. Don't be self-conscious - other people are completely unaware of you and more concerned with how they appear ...

John Geddes

#70. 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 ...

John Geddes

#71. You and I are black and white - a film noir, filled with gestures, poignant and tender

John Geddes

#72. Goodness is not the absence of evil - it's the light that pushes back the darkness ...

John Geddes

#73. A madeleine moment - a sound, a scent can incant her presence ...

John Geddes

#74. Don't tell me I should only talk to people with a high influence score, or I'll Klout you ...

John Geddes

#75. There's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul ...

John Geddes

#76. God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips ...

John Geddes

#77. We see this tendency to throw off restraints in life, in art - it's an inglorious gesture of thumbing the nose - it makes me laugh ...

John Geddes

#78. That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror ...

John Geddes

#79. I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon ...

John Geddes

#80. You want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow? ...

John Geddes

#81. Have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ...

John Geddes

#82. You cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ... disturbing my placid universe ... marking the landscape within me ...

John Geddes

#83. Careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...

John Geddes

#84. Have you been waiting all this time, faithful as always, my Life? ...

John Geddes

#85. 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 ...

John Geddes

#86. You found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell ...

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#88. No good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one ...

John Geddes

#89. Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin ...

John Geddes

#90. It's not the medium that's the message - it's consciousness - the wonder of being able to wonder ...

John Geddes

#91. We've let go of so many things, but never each other's hand ...

John Geddes

#92. The words I can't say are the holes I punch in the walls of my psyche ...

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#94. December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory ...

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

#96. Bow to genius, but to the authority of that genius - not the display of talent ...

John Geddes

#97. You knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on ...

John Geddes

#98. You can use words if you wish, but I'm warning you - I've learned how to read your heart ...

John Geddes

#99. With you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape - like rain ...

John Geddes

#100. And here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad ... gilded with impermanence ...

John Geddes