John Geddes Quotes - Page 4

...there's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me...

...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...

...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...

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

...with you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape - like rain...

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

I play a piano of words - its icy tinkle echoes through your halls

...at some point we must achieve our identity -we can't be always in adolescence seeking who we are...

...you have changed everything for me- you rearranged the furniture and now you've changed the view from my window!...

...they say a reformed roue makes the best husband, but, Oh! Didn't they tell you? Monsters can't be reformed...

...I see more pathology in others than I did ten years ago - the older I get, the more insane people seem...

...little children adore me - I'm a Troll Tamer and they know it!...

...thinking about laughing with 2 yr old Findlay today - Dostoyevsky was right, “The soul is healed by being with children.” ...

...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...

...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?

...don't you realize a flawless profile means nothing when a mere smile drives me to desperation? Don't you covet that power?..

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

...so now you know my eyes are green - because of my shirt? You never looked into my soul to know how much in me is green...

....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....

...a sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing ...