Dejan Stojanovic Quotes - Page 5

In greatness, life and death merge.

There are those who speak and those who dream.

In an endless silence even screams sound silent.

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

Courage is more important than to be deceived by shallow victory waiting for a delayed defeat.

One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

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

He did not profess to anybody how to reach others without professing.

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.

In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.

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.

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

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

Either you will be you or you will not be at all.

A star needs a star.

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.

There is nobody to wake up eternal seekers.

Knowing how to dream is more important than the story, because the story tells itself.

Sunbathe from within.

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

The length of novels, poems and stories, is measured by the number of missing words; a thousand pages become one, one becomes a thousand.

Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.

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

There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.

It is enough to write a few lines about tanks in the streets in some sad country, about a clear injustice, which requires no description; it is enough to move from one side to another, to satisfy someone’s taste, the need of the moment, the need for “big” games to take a peek into everything and to prove everything with cheap opinions formed almost on command, almost as a recipe of measured pain to resolve the crisis, to extinguish the pain based on a few words that don’t change anything except that they flatter vanity and a misguided interest in all dimensions of life and creation, in the air that is being poisoned by smoke from cars, smoke from the television screens, the smoke curtains of politicians, left and right, the smoke of films and pop culture, smokescreens of intelligence that finds an explanation for all this, makes up theories, finds justification for the schizophrenic decisions of the new rulers, for wars, agreements, contracts; finds justification for obedience, for the sale of beliefs under the disguise of conviction, for several awards, for a few moments of illusion in the hocus-pocus world where the truth does not interest anyone anymore, except for ways for lies to be packaged and sold as the greatest truth with the help of big intellectuals that will find a good argument, a good defense and justification for everything, since everything becomes much easier, if a hoax is supported by “scientific” evidence.

Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.

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

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

Oblivion cures the old wounds.

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

The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.

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

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

To cut and tighten sentences is the secret of mastery.

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

It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.

All people are enslaved by something.

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

Devil and God – two sides of the same face.

We need knew knights, but without swords.

Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.

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

The farther away, the closer the home becomes.

God is a cloud from which rain fell.

Everything seems impossible And everything seems possible.

Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.

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

Art is apotheosis; often, the complaint of beauty.

From one bell all the bells toll.