Quotes by John Geddes

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...freedom of conscience does not mean being uncontrolled - we have to control ourselves and at times submit to others...

John Geddes

...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...

John Geddes

...I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart..

John Geddes

...I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been...

John Geddes

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

John Geddes

...people demonize certain types of crime - it's a way of distancing ourselves from the monsters...

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...

John Geddes

...we fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves...

John Geddes

...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...

John Geddes

...goodness is not the absence of evil - it's the light that pushes back the darkness...

John Geddes

...cities are murky places - hatching grounds for monsters...

John Geddes

... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...

John Geddes

...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...

John Geddes

...you can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one..

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

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

John Geddes

...you are my Lady of Shalott lost in a dream of isolation - I care too much for you - I romanticize depression...

John Geddes

...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? ...

John Geddes

...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...

John Geddes

...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...

John Geddes