Dejan Stojanovic Quotes - Page 3

When following God, Zero we never find.

Procreation annihilates eternity.

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.

There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.

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

When I want to be reminded of stupidity, especially my own, I turn on the TV.

To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.

Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.

Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.

His Highness was always confident in his statements, especially about what he viewed for the first time.

Almost as a rule, political dissidents were writers.

To accomplish the perfect perfection, a little imperfection helps.

There is a pledge of the big and of the small in the infinite.

Everything passes through the eyes of top bureaucrats who closely watch to ensure that no intruder can enter their ranks and disrupt the order and arrangement of values in which everything is predetermined and where everyone knows their place, everyone’s potential, talent and position in history.

Good is not always good.

What we call life is only talk of nature.

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

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

Quixote shines from Lorca and Picasso, From Dalí and El Greco, From the gloomy 'View of Toledo.' He was born before Cervantes.

My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.

If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would've thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

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

Vandals listen only when others are stronger.If vandals are equal or strongerTheir word is the last word.

If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness.

Deliver thunder, GodIf you choose not to talk.

When all is lost, there is still a memory.

Is my victory real, does the winner adorned with a laurel wreath ask this question? Do I deserve victory or did I steal it from someone who is more worthy of victory?

Bureaucracy is a huge beast; deeply rooted, it exists even among artists; it’s an almost losing battle against it.

What are all these writers fighting for? For their own victory or for the victory of their profession?

Death swallows death.

Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.

Love is almost never simple.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.

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

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

In its proper role, a number counts the missing words.

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.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

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.

Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.

We grow from our dreams.

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

We dream and fight with demons real and imagined.

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

Without pleasure there is no sight or measure.

In the essence of truth lies deceit.

They are both spectacular, Life and death.

Unwritten words grow out of silence.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity.

A poem is its own name and cover.

There are literary works that speak for themselves and there are writers who boast through work.

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

From nothing comes everything.

To not say all that can be said is the secret of discipline and economy.

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

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.