Quotes from Dejan Stojanovic

To write good poems is the secret of brevity.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

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.

Truth is hard-hearted and unrelenting, too clear, precise; a lie is much more imaginative.

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

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

Unborn eternity does not die; existence is dying and falls asleep in the eternity beyond existence.

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

Vandals listen only when others are stronger. If vandals are equal or stronger, their word is the last word.

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

We don't know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.

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

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

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

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.

We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.

We need knew knights, but without swords.

We traveled long and forgot why poetry was invented.

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.

What we call life is only talk of nature.

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

What you spend, you save.

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

When all is lost, there is still a memory.