John Geddes Quotes - Page 2

...goodness is not the absence of evil - it's the light that pushes back the darkness...
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
...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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...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...
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your moods and colors are my climate, not the changing face of the sky
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...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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...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...
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...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...
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...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...
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...freedom of conscience does not mean being uncontrolled - we have to control ourselves and at times submit to others...
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...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...
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...nobody ever takes from the desert anything but aridity and monsters...
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...did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?...
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...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? ...
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...You won't age? I promise you this - your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they'll bleed...
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I think there are lovely sunsets in hell—and that’s where my desire for you is sending me
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...there is a myth called objective reality - we think an impersonal world exists apart from us - it doesn't - it needs us to be ...
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...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...
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my soul has shadows – nooks and crannies where griefs, like cobwebs, collect
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...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...
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the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights
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...bow to genius, but to the authority of that genius - not the display of talent...
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...that's the essence of me - I don't think, I feel - at best, I think-feel...
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...Tolstoy said, happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story - then what does that make us?...
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...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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...I learn about the sacred in the everyday - I look in your face...
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...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...
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I see you kneeling in church—stained only by colored windows
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...never be disappointing - you may wound me, but you must never be disappointing...
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...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...
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...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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...true authority is not based on control - it's based on truth...
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I write small poems— the kind that fit on a postcard… and still can break your heart
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...a dream isn't a wish - it's an altered state of consciousness ...
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...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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...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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...I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short ...
John Geddes
...don't settle for pap - our thoughts wander through eternity - experience the wonder of being alive...
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suffering breaks us until there’s nothing left but gentleness
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...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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...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...
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...you betrayed me, but after all those years I discover, my tears have wiped the slate clean...
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...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...
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I keep coming back to certain books, and you—to try to find myself again
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...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...
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...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...
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...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...
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...at some point we must achieve our identity -we can't be always in adolescence seeking who we are...
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...I've decided ... love is an eternity of slow motion replays ...
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...once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you...
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...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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...you need to travel to see the ocean - I don't need the ocean - I have the sky...
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...we live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...
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...summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows...
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...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...
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...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...
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...authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer...
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...when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ...
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you cannot teach art—you cannot make a soul
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...is the writer a prophet or priest - does he show the truth or serve the truth?...
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