Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
~ Dejan Stojanovic
You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.
They grew, they did not talk about growing.
A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.
The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
For a game, you don’t need a teacher.
Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.
In the essence of truth lies deceit.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.
God is busy and has no time for you.
When following God, Zero we never find.
The world is God's salvation.
Hope without love is hopeless.
Faith is a question of eyesight, even the blind can see that.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible the world has written its own.
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.
You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.
Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.
Without space, there is no time.
He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.
Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.
Two forces create eternity – a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.
Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.
Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.
Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.
Nothing is inanimate, what is the rest is our interpretation.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into light.
This dwarf still observes the world from his own self-imposed height.
The world is a fairy tale, we are its guardians.
Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.
Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.
Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.
There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata, there is a thunder note in an angry sky.
Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.
