John Geddes Quotes - Page 5

...all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad...
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...the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep...
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...open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering...
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...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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...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...
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...all these epic battles and monsters lately - but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style...
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...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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...when the room goes silent, someone has spoken with authority...
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RedheadAll over the houseStrands of copper hairLike filaments from a cobwebCollect.If you and IWere ever to part— For months, perhaps years,I’d be combing out,Brushing or picking upStrands of significance,Traces of youIn my life
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I am a bed of sparks you breathe upon and kindle
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the struggle is not with others, but within us, to do what we are called to do
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you know the way of the wind in the night—the desolate alleys my soul takes
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...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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...I can’t grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you...
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...the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky...
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This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness
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Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin
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the heart aches through nights—the broken places of neglect
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...when you're a writer, you become deeper and more uniquely distinct, the more you go inside yourself...
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...I didn't want you flawless - I have a bare wall at home that's flawless - I wanted your character trapped in the amber of your skin...
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...at seventeen I tried to write poetry confining myself solely to Anglo-Saxon words - don't know if it helped, but it made me more concrete ...
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... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...
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when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud
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...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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...you have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you've changed the view from my window!...
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...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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...I look out at the world through your transparent face...
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....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...
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...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...
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...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...
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I see you from afar—fragile and shy as a star gleaming through a cloudy rift
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...when you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in...
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...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...
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...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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...the monk beat me to break my spirit, incensed I knew Acquinas - angry, I knew his riddle - beauty is what is pleasing to the eye - he wasn't...
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... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...
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...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...
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...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...
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...you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands...
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...Mankind is not a race of noble savages - but primitive monsters hide inside us, elusive as Sasquatch...
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You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth
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...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...
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...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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Light a campfire and everyone’s a storyteller
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...the heart breaks in so many different ways that when it heals, it will have fault lines ...
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...I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...
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burnt by the sunof your mouth, I’m unable to speak or paint you with words
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yes, writing is mostly a dream, but angels visit in dreams
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...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...
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...you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...
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...we've let go of so many things, but never each other's hand ...
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fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges—icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested
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...when your heart is broken, don't go silent - speak to God in his own language...
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... my early writing was a silent fury - at what or whom, I had no idea - but I shut it in until it burned my bones and now, I've let it out...
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...you either forgive a lover for abandoning you or you forgive God for taking them - either way you have to forgive...
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...why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much― Mark Twain ...that's why ...
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...my writing is a wild mustang - more thunderous than a lightning storm -and all my skill which I call art, is devoted to simply staying on...
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...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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you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips
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...I've discovered why you fascinate - you keep the mystery and as Carlyle noted, Wonder is the basis of worship...
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