Quotes by John Geddes

I am your stone of necessity calling up spirits from rain puddles—your Magus of words

...Moonlight possesses no alchemy to transmute good motives to base, but it does excite love magic...

...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...

...the magic of love runs at cross purposes with the rhythm of living...

...yes I understand your spells—your sex magic—at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...

...writers, like priests, should have compassion...and a sensitivity to pain...

...it took me a lifetime of glimpses, but now I see you completely - did I tell you youre beautiful? so kind to animals, children and me...

...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...

...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...

I write small poems— the kind that fit on a postcard… and still can break your heart

..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 ...

......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...

...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - its the loneliness of November twilight...

...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 wasnt...

...heres what Ive learned - people will hurt you, but you dont have to respond - not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed ...

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

...if you dont regard your word as a sacred covenant, then there is nothing in you I can honor ...

...futility is being sorry while doing nothing to remove the cause ...

...when people oppose your view, you can become a lightning rod, but if I were you, Id let them stew...

...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? ...