Dejan Stojanovic Quotes

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

Creating means living.

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.

Those who hate rain hate life.

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

To keep the air fresh among words is the secret of verbal cleanliness.

To say more while saying less is the secret of being simple.

Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory.

Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.

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

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

Don’t pay attention to those who offer too much.

There can be no forced inspiration.

You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.

He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

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

With your goal you make the one.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

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

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