Dejan Stojanovic Quotes

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

To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity.

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.

Use the wings of the flying Universe, Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.

The most complicated skill is to be simple.

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

I visited many places, Some of them quite Exotic and far away, But I always returned to myself.

Wherever I go, I meet myself.

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.

Those who hate rain hate life.

To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day; To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory As a moment saved without planning.

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

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

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

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

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

Every star was darker than the night before it awoke.

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

I recreate myself; that is my only power.

You are not what you are; You are darkness Looking for light within.

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

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

Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.

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

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

When all is lost, there is still a memory.

Words rich in meaning can be cheap in sound effects.

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.

I travel, always arriving in the same place.

There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.

Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.

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

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

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

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

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

Every man needs his Siren To check his courage and strength When he hears her song In his travels through the unknown.

Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.

Possible is more a matter of attitude, A matter of decision, to choose Among the impossible possibilities, When one sound opportunity Becomes a possible solution.

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

The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.

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.

Dreams are our only geography—our native land.

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

Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.

God is a cloud from which rain fell.

Do not look too far for you will see nothing.

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.

My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.

There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

Hope without love is hopeless.

Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.

Courage is more important than to be deceived by shallow victory waiting for a delayed defeat.

To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.

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

Darkness does not age; nothing is always nothing

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

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

If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it?

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.

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

To accomplish the perfect perfection, a little imperfection helps.

Devil and God – two sides of the same face.

Creating means living.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

There are many secrets; don’t try to resolve them all.

Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.

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

A word only writes Its night and rides Its dream.

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.

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

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.

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

The world is a fairy tale; we are its guardians.

Nothing is part of everything.

Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.

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

I can see myself before myself— A being through dark scenery.

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

Deliver thunder, God If you choose not to talk.

Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.

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

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

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

In the essence of truth lies deceit.

From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.

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

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

In the lie of truth lies the truth.

Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art—a euphemism—tamed wilderness.

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.