Dejan Stojanović Quotes

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?

He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.

They will smile, as they always do when they plan a major attack late in the night.

Be aware of the high notes, of the blissful faces and their soft messages, and listen for the silent message of a highly decorated gift.

A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.

He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.

Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.

Dreams are our only geography—our native land.

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.

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

Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art—a euphemism—tamed wilderness.

Art is apotheosis; often, the complaint of beauty.