Best 75 quotes of John J. Geddes on MyQuotes

only the gentlest hands can brush away tears

our hearts break, and take us out of relationships that are too painful for us

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

Redhead All over the house Strands of copper hair Like filaments from a cobweb Collect. If you and I Were ever to part— For months, perhaps years, I’d be combing out, Brushing or picking up Strands of significance, Traces of you In my life

Sadder than a ticking clock, the moments without you

suffering breaks us until there’s nothing left but gentleness

summer is in me—clouds and lakes of shadows, rippling under the trees

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

the heart aches through nights—the broken places of neglect

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

the same—on this page, or the end of your fingertips—always the same

the struggle is not with others, but within us, to do what we are called to do

This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness

we compose our life in stories we tell ourselves

when you fear ridicule, you’re close to being original

you are a ring tone on the phone I didn’t answer

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

you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips

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

you know the way of the wind in the night—the desolate alleys my soul takes

you know the way of the wind in the night—all the desolate alleys my soul takes

you’re gone and your unfinished poem lies alone on my desk— empty of tears, I only hope it rains today

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

Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin

Your window square a yellow kite, and the Moon a white balloon