John Geddes Quotes

Biography

Type: Former warrant officer, veteran

Born: 0

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John Geddes, a former warrant officer in Britain’s elite SAS and veteran of several wars, became a private military contractor in Iraq immediately following President George W. Bush's declaration of the end of hostilities in early May 2003.

John Geddes Quotes

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

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

...you can use words if you wish, but I'm warning you - I've learned how to read your heart ...

...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...

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

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

...it's not the stories - it's the pain and the joy and the people who stay with you long after the stories are told ...

yes, writing is mostly a dream, but angels visit in dreams

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

...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...

...art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate...

...being with you was so easy and natural - there was no strain - I never had to guard my words...

...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...

...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...

...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...

...you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands...

...when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ...

...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...

...good words - that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you - chew you over and over - if you carry such a small knife ...

...why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much― Mark Twain ...that's why ...

...come lie beside me again and understand - the others can show by actions, but I alone will immortalize you in words...

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

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

you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

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

You don’t read to exercise the mind but to take voyages

...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

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

Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight

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

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

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

...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...

...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...

...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...

...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...

...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...

...some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart...

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

...you merely look at me and I want to confess, but don't - I've buried my heart under the floor boards, but you always dig it up...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...the heart breaks in so many different ways that when it heals, it will have fault lines ...

...I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion...

...you listen first with the ears - then, you wait and listen for what your heart feels - then you consider what they've said - then, you reply ...

... your heart is your soul twinkling in the black firmament inside you...

...each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ...

...the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky...

He heard her in his heart - whispering from the mist

...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...

...God and your heart both whisper - incline your ear - don't just learn from your head...

...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...

...the making of stories is only one part of my craft -mainly, I'm a heart whisperer...

you cannot teach art - you cannot make a soul

...the art of Europe is drowned in the centuries in the war-scarred face of a motherland..

Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...

suffering breaks us until there’s nothing left but gentleness

A heart never breaks in the same pattern of pieces

my soul has shadows – nooks and crannies where griefs, like cobwebs, collect

...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 ...

... you are lovely - God has painted every feature of your soul ...

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

...it must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul...

...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...

...when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears...

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

...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...

...it's easy to express romantic love - harder to manage daily love - to forgive failings close to feelings - to divide self from soul...

...there is no map of the soul because we make it up as we go...

...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...

burnt by the sun
of your mouth,
I’m unable to speak
or paint you with words

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

you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips

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

I am a bed of sparks you breathe upon and kindle

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

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

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