“…each person is required to ask, ‘what is my authority?’ – on what do you base your decisions? if it’s yourself, then you are without excuse…”
— John Geddes
“…Tolstoy said, happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story – then what does that make us?…”
— John Geddes
“Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin”
— John Geddes
“…I always thought youth were idealists – now, I’m not so sure – I’m more idealistic now then at 17…”
— John Geddes
“…the most beautiful things don’t always make you happy – often they make you weep…”
— John Geddes
“all day long, one storm then another—and I take your hands like gentle flowers that blossom into awareness”
— John Geddes
“…I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs…strands of significance, traces of you in my life …”
— John Geddes
“…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…”
— John Geddes
“…freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin – inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night…”
— John Geddes
“… 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 …”
— John Geddes
“…How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair…”
— John Geddes
“…at morning, I’m unruffled – I’ll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock…”
— John Geddes
“…if it weren’t for you, mornings wouldn’t be so comforting – slippers wouldn’t scrape through the rooms of my heart…”
— John Geddes
“…you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce…silver and gray, like smoke in the trees – but what do you do with terrible beauty?…”
— John Geddes
“…I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce… into the idea of you…”
— John Geddes
“…careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist …”
— John Geddes
“…my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow…”
— John Geddes
“… this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem…must be you …”
— John Geddes
“…the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep …”
— John Geddes
“…you’ve lost perspective? Well, get it back – God alone has the third person point of view in this life …”
— John Geddes
“…consider yourself a functional character in someone else’s novel – a background character – a person on the street – that’s the perspective …”
— John Geddes
“…you have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you’ve changed the view from my window!…”
— John Geddes
“…I look out at the world through your transparent face…”
— John Geddes
“…the making of stories is only one part of my craft -mainly, I’m a heart whisperer…”
— John Geddes
“Light a campfire and everyone’s a storyteller”
— John Geddes
“…I committed a sin the day I refused you – I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be – forgive me, Love, for acting on principles…”
— John Geddes
“…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…”
— John Geddes
“…if you’re an actor, and you’ve thought your way into the part, then you’re character portrayal will have authority…”
— John Geddes
“…the heart breaks in so many different ways that when it heals, it will have fault lines …”
— John Geddes
“A heart never breaks in the same pattern of pieces”
— John Geddes