Dejan Stojanovic Quotes - Page 4

Truth is hard-hearted and unrelenting, too clear, precise; a lie is much more imaginative.

There are anonymous poems and poets without poems.

Possible impossibility emerges From an impossible possibility, Or possibly, impossible possibility Blooms from the impossibly possible impossibility.

Christ did not ask or want to be what he was not.

Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.

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

When there is noise and crowds, there is trouble; When everything is silent and perfect, There is just perfection and nothing To fill the air.

A poem does not radiate from the name, but the name emanates from the poem.

Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.

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

Real geniuses would like that what we think of ourselves is true.

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

To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into light.

There can be no forced inspiration.

Two forces create eternity – a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.

In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare?

You don’t know anything, but I know even less.

To go where no one else has ever gone before is the secret of heroism.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.

Digressions are part of harmony, deviations too.

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

An unrewarded value is more valuable than a reward with no value.

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.

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

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

God is busy and has no time for you.

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

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.

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

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

Total knowledge is annihilation Of the desire to see, to touch, to feel The world sensed only through senses And immune to the knowledge without feeling.

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

Pretense cannot sustain blind power.

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

If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it?

Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.

The name does not deserve the poem, but the poem deserves the name.

Dreams are our only geography—our native land.

Those who hate rain hate life.

The most complicated skill is to be simple.

When everything hurries everywhere, nothing goes anywhere.

Great poets are great copy editors.

From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.

He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.

Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.

To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day; To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory As a moment saved without planning.

No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guilt, no judges, no hierarchies; Only silent equality.

In the lie of truth lies the truth.

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

There are too many literati, yet very few are smart; knowledge is acquired far too easily.

Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.