Love is almost never simple.
~ Dejan Stojanovic
Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.
Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.
Nobility is not only in forgiveness.
Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.
There are countless circles of hell, believers never penetrate the ninth circle.
For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.
Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.
They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.
There are no winners in real games.
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.
