John Geddes

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

“...I need you to be a listener - you need me to hang word on. We're friends because neither has discovered a limit where the other ends...”

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

“...here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond - not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed ...”

“...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...”

“...the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep...”

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

“...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...”

“...there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...”

“...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...”

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

“...that's the essence of me - I don't think, I feel - at best, I think-feel...”

“...it took me a lifetime of glimpses, but now I see you completely - did I tell you you're beautiful? so kind to animals, children and me...”

“...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...”

“...people quote proverbs without realizing they're really in awe of the authority of their truth and the power of their expression...”

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

“...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...”

“...don't settle for pap - our thoughts wander through eternity - experience the wonder of being alive...”

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

“...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...”