Dejan Stojanovic Quotes

In an endless silence even screams sound silent.

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

To go against the grain is the secret of bravery.

When all is lost, there is still a memory.

If you are only what you are, You at least have a chance Not to outsmart, But be on a par with yourself And that is worth trying.

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.

Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.

Oblivion cures the old wounds.

To dream on occasion is not dreaming, To love on occasion is not love.

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

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

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

Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.

Nobility is not only in forgiveness.

There are no winners in real games.

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

Disease often comes with a smiling face.

All those big words produce disgust today.

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

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

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

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

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

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.

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.

A word only writes its night and rides its dream.

He thought others were small; that was his greatness.

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

To sense the peace of extinguished passion Happiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

I can see myself before myself - a being through dark scenery.

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

Darkness does not age; nothing is always nothing

The world is God’s salvation.

Deliver thunder, God If you choose not to talk.

Wherever I go, I run into myself.

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

Deliver thunder, GodIf you choose not to talk.

Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.

New Rome will be destroyedBy the attacks of new vandals.God always remains silent.

The world is God's salvation.

Wherever I go, I meet myself.

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

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

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

He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.

To sense the peace of extinguished passionHappiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.

Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.

To the knights of faith nobody believes.