What did John J. Geddes mean by: The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky. - John J. Geddes Author Copy
+ The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John J. Geddes, Berries, Sparrows, Winter, 0 - John J. Geddes Author
+ Each heart is made of a different stone – no two feel alike nor break the same way. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John J. Geddes, Broken Heart, Different, 0 - John J. Geddes Author
+ Some people won’t even own a dog for fear it will die – you can’t bubble-wrap your heart. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John J. Geddes, Dog, Fear, Heart, 0 - John J. Geddes Author
+ I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind. Feraz Zeid, July 8, 2023December 12, 2023, John J. Geddes, Beauty, Illumination, Mind, 0 - John J. Geddes Author
+ We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John J. Geddes, Dark, Fear, Monsters, 0 - John J. Geddes Author
+ I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John J. Geddes, Dark, Moon, Writing, 0 - John J. Geddes Author
+ Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John J. Geddes, Authority, Tone, Voice, 0 - John J. Geddes Author
+ I pray this winter be gentle and kind – a season of rest from the wheel of the mind. Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John J. Geddes, Mind, Wheels, Winter, 0 - John J. Geddes Author
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
