Tatjana Ostojic Quotes

Something in you
cannot bear something in me.
The storm we're in,
so far from stillness.
Maybe, one day, I'll understand you better,
in a tiny space
between two thoughts.

We always say we choose our partners following our free will, when in fact, it is our cultures, traditions and religions that instilled different set of values ( and desirable virtues ) and as such directly affected what we consider acceptable in our relationships.

Is it possible to silence
the mind of a lover
without losing it?
Getting desires fulfilled
might satisfy it,
taking away its peace.

I'm wrapped in you.
Melting in your silhouette
and becoming one,
a strange contour of love,
flowing with the wind.

Even the "proper way" of how we express our love for another is imposed on us and dictated by societies we live in.

You might asked why I loved you.
For the same reason a child loves balloons;
unaware of how hollow they are,
thinking they would last forever.

I didn't know love could disperse
without making a single seed grow,
that longing after you in solitude
would become dearer to me
than being in your arms.

Everything loses
it's splendour and light
when your lashes flop
over the dark circles
below your eyes.
Asleep. Soft.
With a scent of the
date cookies
you ate as a child.

The love we say we feel for another is, in most cases, just a selfish hunt for our own happiness.

Our hearts created for longing,
for loving and coveting
from afar.
We can't exist together,
can't breathe if separated,
can't sleep if not entwined.
As the birth of a child…
Love is forever, but it always leaves a scar.

Eager to please I submit to your moulds,
your forms, dimensions,
turned into a monolithic figure
I silence my objections
because love is the ending goal.

If only you were the one I loved first,
maybe I'd only suffer from not being able
to love you more.

May the cracks in my heart be
the place where I shall plant my tears
which would rise in blossoms.
If they hit me with stones,
I'm going to throw at them flowers.
As a sign of celebration.
The victory of reason over ego.
I've risen above it all,
on the ashes of my old soul
that, as Phoenix, found its way
to light up the Universe.

Touch me with your bestial pupils,
keep me in a floating air between us,
clasp my shuddering thoughts
below the moonlight
captured in a candle jar.

Love gives value to the one who loves
and not to the loved one.

Old wounds frighten me more
than those that are
ahead of me.
I am afraid that the stitches
might bleed again.

The evaporated dream
that I would be adored
became my identity as the thorn is to rose.

I wonder if Gaudi was collecting pieces
of broken tiles,
trying to mend his shattered heart,
his crushed soul,
his splintered being,
his overwhelming sorrow for the unrequited love.

There are no words
that could describe
how loving of beloved feels.
Nor the joy of opening
arms into a hug.

Not every marital union is going to be a meaningful and fulfilling experience.
Most of marriages today are nothing more than poorly or well managed coexistence.

Like a child
licking his lower lip
while looking through the window
of a candy shop,
eye-eating the sugar glazed apples
that are shining in all shades of red.
That is how you look at me.
With all the temptation
of a child,
wanting to break the glass
and indulge in something he cannot have.

The new story of ardour unfolding,
the tale of tantrums of the hearts.
An affair with a stranger
who still can't feel it,
while silently roaming its streets.

Hug me, though I know it is fake.
In cold winter nights
even a snake feels warm,
even lies sound as
dreams fulfilled and
love reciprocated.

The common ways of 'dealing with problems' are escapism and indulgence.
Rare of us realize that inside issues can never be fixed on the outside.

What is love but a word?
A feeling roughly concordant to fear?
A fantasy that breaks through
the heartbreak
and endows the defeated with bravery?

Forgive me, you are amiable
and heavenly perfect.
It is me who carries
the old pain as if it were
a badge of honour.

I can't tell if the flame
inside me
is a sin or a virtue.
Am I closer to holy
for ignoring and abandoning
the lustful desires of my body?
Or am I stepping
into the flames of the eternal fire
for not indulging,
for not satisfying,
for not wanting
all joys of the earthly pleasures?

Nowhere to be touched
or explored,
not here and not in distance.
It's just a tingle that overflows my brightest dreams.
Am I wise or simple-minded to believe
that non–existent evidence
is not an evidence of non–existence?

To retreat in my aloneness,
my beautifully peaceful garden,
to find shade under my heart,
in the solitude of abundance,
without you in sight.

The world stops existing in your arms,
leaving me speechless…
In love with love.

Relationships that are merely based on practicality or utility will ultimately make us feel lonely.

I have not known who I were
until you introduced me to my heart.

Hold me as if I were the most fragile
object that a touch of a feather
could break.
Dance with me with the same animal craving,
with the same desire
you would make love to me.

It doesn't really matter you aren't here.
The raindrops are keeping you alive
through growing palm forests.
Wild, untamed and unconquered,
as your wandering heart.

Like the tigress
watching her playing cub
while napping,
covered with sun rays
that are blinding her.
She opens her eyes wider
at every sound,
at every movement of
the trees, air, soil…
Protective. Alert.
That is how you look at me.
Wanting to save me
from all that could harm me.
Preventing my pain by loving me

His eyes mimic mine.
Sublime beauty marks
of a man's face.
Staring and penetrating.
Gentle and loving.
Salacious.
Immaculate.
Feeding my hope
and starving my anguish.

How desolate our hearts become
when we don't have anything
to shed tears for.
Love never dies.
Not even when it's gone,
for lost love is still love.

The day you reached your pockets,
giving me broken shells that I cherished
as the most precious jewels,
I hoped that you, perhaps,
will find missing pieces of your broken heart in me.
I was wrong because you are still looking for them in someone else.

My eyes, on occasions,
would ablaze with excitement,
hoping for the new love to let my sparkle free.
It is my heart that needs a lot of persuasions
because its pain will hurt no one but me …

Our goodnight spooning
became goodbye turning away
from one another,
the farther we could,
to the edges of the same bed.

Stories never told,
disappeared in the dawn mist
and sunset blaze.
Like a movie kiss,
not real,
but still overwhelms and entices lustfulness,
turns me into pleasure
and a connoisseur of love.

Flying to the heavens above
followed by the yearning hope
that you will always be close to me,
that you will not disperse when
we revel in​ one another.

Secrets to be kept in one of these terracotta walls
that fade away through the dusk,
feeling the scented candles of musk,
just you and I,
two rebels of love,
that challenge the logic, the meaning, ​and sense.

I'm disappearing in the nightfall,
becoming one with the rocks I'm sitting on…
Sinking in my own reminiscence of your smile,
your lips and your smell…
Not missing you, not longing for you,
but grieving for the dreams that held the image of
the darkest brown eyes.
Perhaps I was your one as you called me…
It is said a man can be happy
with any woman
but the one he truly loves.