Quotes by Aleksandra Ninkovic

I had a dream about you. Its been a while since I could remember any of my dreams, and still, this one has left me with such strong impression. Even now, when I am fully awake, your face flashes before my eyes. Its a face I can totally relate to, as if it wasnt any more yours than it is mine. Terrifying thing, you know? I cant say Ive felt that sort of intimacy with anyone. For a moment you knew all my secrets, without me even having to tell them. For a moment I even knew them myself…While I was looking into your eyes, I suddenly started to realize things about myself that were unspoken for years, like fragments of my inner life that were deeply repressed. It’s hard to distinguish if they were buried inside because dealing with them was such a dirty work, or if leaving them unnamed meant that it was not possible to define them precisely enough, so they would keep their true meaning. Perhaps, all this life that Ive known so far was in fact no more but a dream about living. The only thing that has kept me in touch with reality was you…I know it comes as a surprise, and you may be wondering why it took me so long to come clean. You also may be wondering how come youve never noticed before. Ive tricked you on purpose, yes, and you must realize it really has nothing to do with you. It’s always been me. This is why, seeing you in my dream like that, came out as a shock. You also must forgive me. You must forgive me because I know how it looks like, that everything we ever shared was a lie, and it wasnt…I am more of an illusionist that a deceiver, but it all comes from being in fact, a very private person. Even if it was true that you knew me better than anyone, I’d never admit it. I’d rather dig my own heart out, with a rotten spoon, than admitting it. I may let people in my own little world occasionally, but I would never let them be aware of it. I don’t throw my intimacy in front of others, especially when I care. The more I care, the less I give away, and this is something for you to understand, and grant me your forgiveness. I didnt play my tricks on you in order to deceive you, but rather to save myself, and maybe even deceive myself as well. I’ve had hidden my feelings for you so deeply that Ive learned to live with them, as if any other casualty. I have done wrong to myself as much as I did to you, and I don’t know if I can forgive myself. So now I wonder, could you forgive me without feeling sorry for me? I certainly don’t deserve your pity. Especially not now that I am awake.

They say the silence is the language of God, but so is music. This is why we dance, we become loud in our silence.

When you silence your mind, faith walks in.

I had a dream about you. Again. In fact Ive had so many dreams about you that I can almost feel your skin under my fingertips and your breath every time we kiss. This time when you pulled me closer, even though I couldn’t see you, I knew it was you. Ive heard your footsteps, and recognized them instantly. I’d recognize them anywhere, among many others. The way I yearn for you, you are always expected. And now I expect you to do just that. Kiss me. This time I am asking for it, because I need to make sure I am awake.

All our emotions are real, but one has to be quite cautious with what supports their reality.

The moment we refuse to hurt others because of our own pain, is the time we evolve as souls.

Those who intend to destroy me, underestimate my ability to regenerate.

The less you feed the ego, the stronger you will be.

When I hear that people live by the book, I always wonder which one.

Heart beats are marching like thousands of drums,Birds find their flight, thrown out of nest,We win some battles, then we lose some,Truth is no more than illusion at best.What has been said under veil of the night,Under the veil it will ever remain,But may it ever be in my right,I know i have never said it in vain.

Robin Williams is one more example, that genius people are genius for a reason, and that reason is feeling without reasoning. Depression is for sensitive people. Sensitive people sense the world as it is, and they cant cope with it. Sensitive people need a better, more tender world to live in. Matter of fact, we all do.

I dont trust people. The good part is, i dont really have to. Ive surrendered my faith to the Higher power, and its unconditional love for me. Who am i to question its motives? Even if there are things i cant understand. This is why theres no need to trust people - if they are on my path, it means they are good for me.

I had a dream about you. In my dreams you are always different, perhaps even more real to me. How can I explain this to you? It seems like in my dreams I envision parts of you that you prefer keep under surface. You hide from me, as if there was something to hide. You push me away, in fear. Now, I know you are not afraid of me, but that you can’t trust yourself, since it’s beyond your control. I know it’s frightening to love someone that much. I know it because I am afraid, too. And I just wish that for once, we would be afraid together.

By not letting me turn you into something youre not, youve helped me be more of myself.

We dont know predestined ways,or what future might behold,someone leaves,someone remains,and new things replace the old.We dont know a thing for sure,whats today,is there tomorrow?Yet,somehow we still endure,through those moments filled with sorrow.Can we really be mistaken,trying just the best we can?somethings given and some taken,never knowing how nor when.We dont know that much,its true,lifes a mystery divine,a day came,when i lost you,treasured guiding star of mine.

You remain so silent,as carried away,through mist of your thoughts,so dark and so deep,and even awake same as when asleep,waiting for enlightenment of a newborn day.Im bound to your silence,to the core im bound,to delicate stillness,so cruel and so tender,that despite of danger,soul yearns to surrender,to that mesmerizing absence of the sound.I resign everything i once knew so clear,throwing in the wind fragments of my past,they are worth so little,theyre nothing but dust,nothing to remember,and nothing to fear...

People relate giving to reciprocity. They expect things to be expressed in a way they can understand, which is usually their own.

If you have to shout to prove your point, youre probably wrong.

When a man takes good care of the woman, she takes care of his competitors.

You went from my life right into my dreams,i can hardly tell,If im cursed or blessed ;I am sure things arent always as they seem,but i drift away,mesmerized, possessed.Memories i have uncertain and fragile,Is what i have left and i have no peace,At dawn fades away,all that i imagine,i crave for your closeness,i need more then this.Perhaps you are meant to guide and inspire,to be ever timeless in the veil of mist,flowing through my being in flaming desire,the one i cant reach and cannot resist.My darling,unique,outstanding perfection,so utterly complex you cant be recreated,I may be unworthy of your smallest fraction,But youve never loved,nor anticipated.Every great passion is a work of fiction,when we long for something that we cannot find,Single thought of you is like an addiction,yet,youre not exalted,except in my mind.