John Geddes Quotes

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...

John Geddes

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...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...

...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...

John Geddes

Tags: beautiful, cigarette, shaft, smoke, sunlight

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John Geddes may refer to:

John Geddes (bishop) (1735–1799), Scottish Roman Catholic prelate
John Geddes (politician) (1777–1828), American politician
John Geddes (cyclist) (born 1936), British cyclist
John M. Geddes, American journalist
John Geddes (Dean of Niagara) (1811–1891), Canadian Anglican priest
John Maxwell Geddes (1941–2017), Scottish composer and academic
John Geddes (Dean of Tuam) (fl. 1889–1917), Archdeacon of Achonry and Dean of Tuam

John Geddes Quotes

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...

...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...

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...You won't age? I promise you this - your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they'll bleed...

The struggle is not with others, but within us, to do what we are called to do

From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams

...everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ...

...summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows...

...you mean you don't fit characters into a plot? excatly...

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

Your moods and colors are my climate, not the changing face of the sky

We compose our life in stories we tell ourselves

Your window square a yellow kite, and the Moon a white balloon

A heart never breaks in the same pattern of pieces

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

Our hearts break, and take us out of relationships that are too painful for us

Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin

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

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 ...

This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness

After life has broken you open, perhaps you may create art