Quotes from John Geddes

...I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind...

...Tolstoy said, happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story - then what does that make us?...

we compose our life in stories we tell ourselves

...God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds...

I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

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 ...

true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

when someone is honest and vulnerable, they wring my heart - I want to hug them for being real...

it must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul...

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...

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

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...

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

I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again...

freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...

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

you want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you're wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don't seem to care...

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...

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...

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

you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

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 ...

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 ...

Everyone struggles to guard their heart from breaking, when they should desire to have a heart that breaks...