Quotes by John Geddes

...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...

...people quote proverbs without realizing theyre really in awe of the authority of their truth and the power of their expression...

...bow to genius, but to the authority of that genius - not the display of talent...

...how many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? - there is a garden in her face - how lovely...

...a writer without authority? Impossible. as Kenneth Burke says, creation implies authority in the sense of originator....

...its not the stories - its the pain and the joy and the people who stay with you long after the stories are told ...

...its not the medium thats the message - its consciousness - the wonder of being able to wonder ...

...it begins with isolation - demons always inhabit desolate places...

...nobody ever takes from the desert anything but aridity and monsters...

...evil fascinates and repels us - its a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it...

...dont settle for pap - our thoughts wander through eternity - experience the wonder of being alive...

...you do violence with your words if you force them - art is given - the words received, moment by moment from unseen hands - call it a Muse ...

...language always occurs in a context - you can speak Elizabethan words, but to speak the language you have to put on the mindset...

...thats the essence of me - I dont think, I feel - at best, I think-feel...

...you were there when they trampled me - you picked me up, healed me and gave me back my feelings - is it any wonder I love you?...

...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...

...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...

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

...we live in the same city but dont see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...