Dejan Stojanovic Quotes

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

To accomplish the perfect perfection, a little imperfection helps.

If you could have walked on the planet before humans lived here, maybe the Ivory Coast would have seemed more beautiful than La Côte d'Azur.

Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.

Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.

The universe is God's son.

Pretense cannot sustain blind power.

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.

They will smile, as they always do when they plan a major attack late in the night.

A versifier passes through the sound; sounds go through a poet.

Those who hate rain hate life.

In the end, the world returns to a grain.

Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

Although personal calling I sense,
Who am I? even if I am,
I don't know.

To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.

He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love.

How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.

Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute.

We like to admit to only that which already glows, although it is nobler to support brightness before it glows, not afterwards.

We only live if we dream.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

You are hurrying to the sweet place,
To the nonsense chasing your spirit
And in the nonsense you look for answers.

Absolute equals nothingness.

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

Get close to grass and you'll see a star.

A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

Disease often comes with a smiling face.

Darkness does not age; nothing is always nothing

I can see myself before myself
A being through dark scenery.

When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.

A versifier arranges sounds; a poet arranges meaning in the sounds.

Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.

Almost as a rule, political dissidents were writers.

Since nothing is absolute
There is no absolute silence,
Only an appearance
Of temporary peace.

Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn't accept?

Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.

How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.

Every scent is the sun's scent.

The world is a fairy tale; we are its guardians.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps
In the forest and waits
In the celestial spheres of the brain.

Everything is much easier in the half-blind and half-deaf world of modern giants that seduce processions of the blind into the world of great emptiness. In their sky the stars shine and their names live in the parallel and independently of their work.

What you gain here, you lose on the other side.

Many writers were better before they became famous.

We traveled long and forgot why poetry was invented.

Will the day tell its secret
Before it disappears,
Becomes timeless night.

Unjustified ambition kills value,
Kills someone else's desire to fly,
Cuts their wings, sucks their air.
If there is nothing else, it eats its own life.

There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.

Busy with the expensive success we forget the free beauty.

To a versifier, sounds are the means and the aim; a poet travels toward the aim using sounds.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

They grew; they did not talk about growing.

Now that we are all so smart, we don't easily find resolutions.

There is always the question why
And there is always life,
Which doesn't need an answer.

Every man needs his Siren
To check his courage and strength
When he hears her song
In his travels through the unknown.

Words rich in meaning can be cheap in sound effects.

Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.

Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.

When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.

All dust is the same dust.
Temporarily separated
To go peacefully
And enjoy the eternal nap.

It is not important what happens where;
Where we fall or rise,
What we conquer or lose,
How big or small we are.

The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.

We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.

Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.

It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.

Procreation annihilates eternity.

Your head is a lit chamber.

Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

All those big words produce disgust today.

Without space, there is no time.

In greatness, life and death merge.

The world is always open,
Waiting to be discovered.

From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.

Those in Argentina, Mexico and Peru,
Colombia and the Caribbean
Bear La Mancha and Quixote in their hearts
For he is an ultimate and overlooked Don Juan.

Into the day as by dream I swim
To the music of nourished meaning.

Oblivion cures the old wounds.

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.

I visited many places,
Some of them quite
Exotic and far away,
But I always returned to myself.

In a real poem a sound does not swallow a letter, but a letter swallows a sound.

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.

To say more while saying less is the secret of being simple.

They read a little bit, write a little, and especially agree with themselves on important moves, important information, important awards, important writers that they plan to enthrone forever in history through a variety of memberships and numerous prizes awarded under the influence of top bureaucrats who know everything, not only about literature, but also about secret conspiracies, the Masons that lurk in every corner to crucify someone, steal someone's soul and sell it to an unknown devil, about whom only the chief bureaucrat possesses secret knowledge that he doesn't share; about history, ghosts, missing continents; about who said what to whom in confidence.

Nobility is not only in forgiveness.

If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.

Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.

With your goal you make the one.

From everything, nothing looks to nothing.

He knows he will be born again,
And start fresh anew.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

In the lie of truth lies the truth.

The world of numbers and words is odd. A number is the only word that doesn't lie and words can be very deceitful; they create the illusion that a large number hides a great word.

He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.