Dejan Stojanovic Quotes

What we call life is only talk of nature.

There can be no forced inspiration.

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

In the essence of truth lies deceit.

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

Anyone who writes can be called a writer because they write.

The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.

What are all these writers fighting for? For their own victory or for the victory of their profession?

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

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.

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

Disease often comes with a smiling face.

In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

All those big words produce disgust today.

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

Your head is a lit chamber.

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

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

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

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

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

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

The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.

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.

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.

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

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

Do not look too far for you will see nothing.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.

In the lie of truth lies the truth.

A word was more valuable to them when they were not sure of its value. Since they became famous, their word has been more expensive but its value is less.

We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.

We don’t know who was tricked by whom. Did the writer deceive the word, or did the word deceive the writer?

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

A number is still very accurate, but its role is changed.In the changed role this number enriches the silence.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

In its proper role, a number counts the missing words.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

We need knew knights, but without swords.

A word is not filling in the gaps, but the fertilization of silence.

How does one say something new and not retell?

Unwritten words grow out of silence.

Hope without love is hopeless.

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

His Highness was always confident in his statements, especially about what he viewed for the first time.

Now that we are all so smart, we don’t easily find resolutions.

Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.