There are no winners in real games.
~ Dejan Stojanovic
There are many secrets, don’t try to resolve them all.
Don’t pay attention to those who offer too much.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
The game itself is bigger than the winning.
If you are good, they say you are weak.
Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.
We like to admit to only that which already glows, although it is nobler to support brightness before it glows, not afterwards.
If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
Christ did not ask or want to be what he was not.
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
Disease often comes with a smiling face.
All those big words produce disgust today.
Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.
Your head is a lit chamber.
He confided his deepest secret to you, be always wary of his secret.
Either you will be you or you will not be at all.
Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.
A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.
We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.
We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.
Do not look too far for you will see nothing.
Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.
How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.
We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.
Teaching others, he corrected himself.
We need knew knights, but without swords.
Truth is hard-hearted and unrelenting, too clear, precise; a lie is much more imaginative.
How does one say something new and not retell?
He thought others were small, that was his greatness.
After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare?
His Highness was always confident in his statements, especially about what he viewed for the first time.
Now that we are all so smart, we don’t easily find resolutions.
Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
