Dejan Stojanovic Quotes

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.

Don Quixote is not an imaginary person

They grew

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.

Color is the overpowering of black

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.

A versifier passes through the sound

To the knights of faith nobody believes.

Faith is a question of eyesight

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

A word only writes Its night and ridesIts dream.

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

To write good poems is the secret of brevity.

If we were to understand how important it is to say something and say it well, maybe we wouldn’t write a single word, but that would be tragic.

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

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.

Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beautyLying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered.

He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.

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

The world cannot be translated

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

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.

There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection.

Nothing is inanimate

What we call life is only talk of nature.

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

I recreate myself

When he is most powerful, nothing does he become.

Pretense cannot sustain blind power.

This dwarf still observes the world from his own self-imposed height.

The world is a fairy tale

The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.

The world of numbers and words is odd. A number is the only word that doesn’t lie and words can be very deceitful

They are both spectacular, Life and death.

With me: one minus one = one

He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.