John Geddes Quotes

#1. 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 ...

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

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

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

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

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

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#8. 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? ...

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

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#10. 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 ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#27. That yearning inside you that seeks for fulfillment - does it still burn? ...

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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. Light a campfire and everyone's a storyteller

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#30. 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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#31. You are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow ...

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

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#33. You have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you've changed the view from my window! ...

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#34. 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 ...

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#35. The fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out - a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights

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#36. You trace a finger over my scar and uncloak me like a timid star ...

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#37. My novels are like life - I never know where they're going until I get to the end ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#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 ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#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 ...

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

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

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#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 ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#77. 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 ...

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

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#79. 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 ...

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#80. 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 ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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