John Geddes Quotes - Page 4

...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...
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...cities are murky places - hatching grounds for monsters...
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...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...
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...I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained...because you were so lovely...
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... here's what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B...
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...everything I treasure is broken - it's of no use to anybody but me...
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...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art...
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...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...
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...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 ...
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...I committed a sin the day I refused you - I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be - forgive me, Love, for acting on principles...
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...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...
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...when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment...
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...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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There must always be a secret to be unwrapped at Christmas—that’s the rule
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...you became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close...
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...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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... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...
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...you don't need a calling to minister love...
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......and not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now...
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...You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls....
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...a writer without authority? Impossible. as Kenneth Burke says, creation implies authority in the sense of originator....
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...there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...
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...you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell...
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...when you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real...
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...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...
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...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...
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...what is sacred is the other person -we forget that sometimes - and fail to honor who they are ...
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...we each harbor a shadow self with shadowy motives and murky desires...
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...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...
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The only difference between you and a dream is I haven’t woken up with you
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...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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... yes I speak a different language - the dark fire of poetry - it flutters and gutters in tune with the mood...
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...evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it...
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...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...
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all day long, one storm then another—and I take your hands like gentle flowers that blossom into awareness
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...God and your heart both whisper - incline your ear - don't just learn from your head...
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... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...
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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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Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you
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...our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives...
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...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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...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths...
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..snow 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 ...
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...I put you on the pedestal - made you a saint - dare I blaspheme?...
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...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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...writers, like priests, should have compassion...and a sensitivity to pain...
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...I can think of other forms of worship than loving you, but none that make me feel so fulfilled...
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...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...
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...I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars ...
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...I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17...
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...perhaps in actions I'm less of a man - but, oh the words - such lovely words...
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...Everyone struggles to guard their heart from breaking, when they should desire to have a heart that breaks...
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...you are my Lady of Shalott lost in a dream of isolation - I care too much for you - I romanticize depression...
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...you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...
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...with you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape—like rain...
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...I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath ...
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...it's merely writing, but you have to adjust your ear – I speak quietly – I sob – I whisper...
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...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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...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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...you go back to liberate the captives and sadly realize, some want to remain tied down in the cave...
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