Quotes from John Geddes

come lie beside me again and understand - the others can show by actions, but I alone will immortalize you in words...

only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...

I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...

a sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing ...

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

if you don't regard your word as a sacred covenant, then there is nothing in you I can honor ...

The heart mourns people and places and returns to them in dreams...

before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...

there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...

when I chose you, I didn't want the commonplace - I didn't want a 'partner' - I wanted a shrine...

the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...

when your heart is broken, don't go silent - speak to God in his own language...

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

I see more pathology in others than I did ten years ago - the older I get, the more insane people seem...

careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...

the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering...

Why did just my eyes adore you - Have you ever wondered that? well, as Hegel said, "Too fair to worship, too divine to love."...

why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age....

your heart is your soul twinkling in the black firmament inside you...

each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ...

our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives...

When people lose their way and lack a real purpose for living they often fall back on certain forms of escapism as a form of self-soothing...

I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace...