Quotes by Dejan Stojanovic

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.

To sense the peace of extinguished passionHappiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

Through memory to knowledge on the way to stars that are stepping down to the stuffy rooms of modern bureaucrats, illuminating their ceilings, their horizons where everything is easily resolved by the piles of paper and recipes for how to live, create, run, eat, breathe, learn how to love, how to make love, how to sleep, how to dream, how happiness is achieved under the artificial stars of the new sky that emerged from the bureaucratic rooms of aspiring and impotent minds, unable to love, even though they had all their life to learn what they preach.

Hope without love is hopeless.

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

If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.

Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.

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.

To the knights of faith nobody believes.

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?

A word only writes Its night and ridesIts dream.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible the world has written its own.

To write good poems is the secret of brevity.

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.

There can be no forced inspiration.

You don’t know anything, but I know even less.

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.

Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.