Dejan Stojanovic Quotes

When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

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

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

What you gain here, you lose on the other side.

Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.

In greatness, life and death merge.

From one bell all the bells toll.

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

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

I travel, always arriving in the same place.

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.

All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

Life eats life to live.

Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.

Death swallows death.

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

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

The farther away, the closer the home becomes.

There is nobody to wake up eternal seekers.

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

With your goal you make the one.

When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

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

Based on the law of probability Everything is possible because The sheer existence of possibility Confirms the existence Of impossibility.

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.