Quotes by John Geddes

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

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

you cannot teach art—you cannot make a soul

John Geddes

You can be taught to write – you can’t be taught to be an artist

John Geddes

I think there are lovely sunsets in hell—and that’s where my desire for you is sending me

John Geddes

You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth

John Geddes

you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips

John Geddes

put out the candles with your fire—I’m on fire

John Geddes

all day long, one storm then another—and I take your hands like gentle flowers that blossom into awareness

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us

John Geddes

Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight

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

John Geddes

I love watching you – you’re a silent film of gestures

John Geddes

In the baby’s room The city lights are Milky In the curtains… Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes

John Geddes

...when you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real...

John Geddes

the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights

John Geddes

There must always be a secret to be unwrapped at Christmas—that’s the rule

John Geddes

I knew I loved you when I kept trying to run away and find reasons why it wouldn’t work

John Geddes

Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin

John Geddes