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Dejan Stojanovic

Serbian poet, writer, and businessman

Dejan Stojanović (born 11 March 1959) is a Serbian-American poet, writer, essayist, philosopher, businessman, and former journalist.

Dejan Stojanović: I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
Dejan Stojanović: For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.”
Dejan Stojanović: Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.”

Quotes

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Circling: 1978-1987 (1993)

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Dejan Stojanović: In the end, the world returns to a grain.
 
Dejan Stojanović: The farther away, the closer the home becomes.
 
Dejan Stojanović: A word only writes its night and rides its dream.
New Avenue Books, 2012, Kindle eBook, ASIN: B0089VHNCA; ISBN 978-1-62314-792-1 (First Serbian edition: 1993), 85 pages
Pagination based on the third Serbian edition, Krugovanje (Narodna knjiga, Alfa, Beograd, 2000)

Sequence: “Recircling”

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  • Although personal calling I sense—who am I? even if I am, I don't know.
    • “If I Am,” p. 7
  • And what does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?
    • “Infinity,” p. 10
  • The closer he moved, the farther it seemed still.
    • “Derangement,” p. 13

Sequence: “Light Bugs”

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  • There is nobody to wake up eternal seekers.
    • “Hegemonikon,” p. 27

Sequence: “A Conversations with Atoms”

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  • The farther away, the closer the home becomes.
    • “Conversation of Atoms,” p. 31
  • I can see myself before myself—a being through dark scenery.
    • “Spring Music,” p. 34
  • Into the day as by dream I swim to the music of nourished meaning.
    • “Spring Music,” 34
  • The world contained in a seed is determined by its program.
    • “Blooming,” p. 35
  • There are no clear borders, only merging invisible to the sight.
    • “Awakening of a Flower,” p. 38
  • Life into death—life’s other shape, no rupture, only crossing.
    • “Awakening of a Flower,” p. 38
  • You are hurrying to the sweet place, to the nonsense chasing your spirit and in the nonsense you look for answers.
    • “The Circle,” p. 39

Sequence: “A Grain”

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Dejan Stojanović: The world is always open, waiting to be discovered.
 
Dejan Stojanović: When the star dies, its eye closes; tired of watching, it flies back to its first bright dream.
 
Dejan Stojanović: We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.
  • The world is always open, waiting to be discovered.
    • “The Open Door,” p. 44
  • Will the day tell its secret before it disappears, becomes timeless night.
    • “Suns and the Night,” p. 45
  • When the star dies, its eye closes; tired of watching, it flies back to its first bright dream.
    • “The Star and the Eye,” p. 46
  • In the end, the world returns to a grain.
    • “A Grain,” p. 47

Sequence: “A Warden with No Keys”

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  • To jump over centuries in one step is impossible. Jump too high or far, you’ll be way too late.
    • ”In the Silence of the Century,” p. 60
  • A hidden spark of the dream sleeps in the forest and waits in the celestial spheres of the brain.
    • ”In Search of Spark,” p. 62
  • All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated to go peacefully and enjoy the eternal nap.
    • ”The Same Dust,” p. 63
  • To the knights of faith nobody believes.
    • ”The Thin Thread,” p. 64
  • New Rome will be destroyed by the attacks of new vandals.
    • ”New Vandals,” p. 65
  • God always remains silent.
    • ”New Vandals,” p. 65
  • New vandals will destroy what former vandals failed to abolish.
    • ”New Vandals,” p. 65
  • Vandals listen only when others are stronger. If vandals are equal or stronger, their word is the last word.
    • ”New Vandals,” p. 65
  • Deliver thunder, God, if you choose not to talk.
    • ”New Vandals,” p. 65

Sequence: “Darkness Is Waiting”

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  • All swallows all. Life must eat life to survive.
    • ”Fight,” p. 69
  • Life eats life to live.
  • Neither alive nor dead; no one lets up, no one wins.
    • ”Beast,” p. 72
  • Death swallows death.
    • ”River of Death,” p. 78
  • A word only writes its night and rides its dream.
    • ”A Word,” p. 81

The Sun Watches the Sun (1999)

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Dejan Stojanović: Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.
 
Dejan Stojanović: Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.
 
Dejan Stojanović: Either you will be you or you will not be at all.
 
Dejan Stojanović: To go where no one else has ever gone before is the secret of heroism.
New Avenue Books, 2012, Kindle eBook, ASIN: B008BCY988; ISBN 978-1-62314-337-4 (Serbian edition: 1999), 162 pages
Pagination based on the first Serbian edition, Sunce sebe gleda (Književna reč, Beograd, 1999)
  • There are countless circles of hell; believers never penetrate the ninth circle.
    • “Inferno,” p. 151

Sequence: “Sky-Motion”

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    • I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
    • “The Most Beautiful Poem,” (front inside book jacket)
  • Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.
    • “Cosmos,” p. 13

Sequence: “Skywalking”

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  • Life is only a flicker of melted ice.
    • “Rain of the Absolute,” p. 25
  • Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.
    • “Rain of the Absolute,” p. 25
  • Darkness does not age; nothing is always nothing.
    • “Light and Night,” p. 28
  • In the essence of truth lies deceit. Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.
    • “A Deceit,” p. 29
  • Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.
    • “A Deceit,” p. 29
  • Absolute equals nothingness.
    • “A Deceit,” p. 29
  • Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.
    • “A Deceit,” p. 29
  • Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute.
    • “The Young Old Being,” p. 30
  • Procreation annihilates eternity.
    • “Eternity and Existence,” p. 31
  • Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.
    • “Eternity and Existence,” p. 31
  • Unborn eternity does not die; existence is dying and falls asleep in the eternity beyond existence.
    • “Eternity and Existence,” p. 31
  • Eternity is a glorious word but eternity is ice.
    • “Eternity and Eternity,” p. 32
  • Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.
    • “Eternity and Eternity,” p. 32
  • Our eternity is not real; it resembles us; it is our own invention; its scent is vanity.
    • “Eternity and Eternity,” p. 32
  • When following God, Zero we never find.
    • “Zero,” p. 33
 
Dejan Stojanović: The world is a fairy tale; we are its guardians.
  • Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.
    • “Infinity and End,” p. 35
  • The world is God’s salvation.
    • “Infinity and End,” p. 35

Sequence: "Forgotten Place”

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  • Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.
    • “Hearthstone,” p. 39
  • Universe is the Sun watching its own self.
    • “Hearthstone,” p. 39
  • The world is a fairy tale; we are its guardians.
    • “A Fairy Tale and the End,” p. 40
  • Two forces create eternity – a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.
    • “A Fairy Tale and the End,” p. 40
  • God is busy and has no time for you.
    • “God Is Busy,” p. 45
  • Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.
    • “Star in the Grass,” p. 46
  • Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.
    • “Reprise,” p. 50

Sequence: “A Stone and a Word”

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  • The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.
    • “A Word,” p. 54
  • Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.
    • “Hidden Words,” p. 58
  • Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.
    • “Hidden Words,” p. 58
  • How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.
    • “Unuttered Words,” p. 59
 
Dejan Stojanović: Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.
  • Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.
    • “Stories,” p. 60
  • We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.
    • “Stories,” p. 60
  • When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.
    • “Just a Few Words,” p. 62
  • We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.
    • “The Same Story,” p. 63
  • How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.
    • “Thought,” p. 64
  • The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.
    • “Thought,” p. 64
  • A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.
    • “A Lie,” p. 65
  • Truth is hard-hearted and unrelenting, too clear, precise; a lie is much more imaginative.
    • “A Lie,” p. 65
  • In the lie of truth lies the truth.
    • “Truth and Lie,” p. 66
  • Teaching others, he corrected himself.
    • “Socrates,” p. 67
  • He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.
    • “Socrates,” p. 67
  • After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare?
    • “Tiredness,” p. 68
  • How does one say something new and not retell?
    • “New Word,” p. 69
  • Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
    • “New Word,” p. 69

Sequence: “What After”

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  • He did not profess to anybody how to reach others without professing.
    • “Dumbness,” p. 73
  • You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
    • “A Tame Sound,” p. 75
 
Dejan Stojanović: We need knew knights, but without swords.
  • Do not look too far for you will see nothing.
    • “Here and There,” p. 76
  • Either you will be you or you will not be at all.
    • “The Knight,” p. 81
  • We need knew knights, but without swords.
    • “Knights,” p. 82

Sequence: “A Game”

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  • Come out from within yourself, speak out.
    • “No!,” p. 85
  • Say No! Accept the burdens of revenge.
    • “No!,” p. 85
  • Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
    • “War,” p. 86
  • Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
    • “War,” p. 86
  • A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.
    • “Things,” p. 87
  • We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.
    • “Things,” p. 87
  • Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.
    • “Cheat,” p. 88
  • His Highness was always confident in his statements, especially about what he viewed for the first time.
    • “His Highness,” p. 90
  • Now that we are all so smart, we don’t easily find resolutions.
    • “His Highness,” p. 91
  • He thought others were small; that was his greatness.
    • “The Dwarf,” p. 92
  • This dwarf still observes the world from his own self-imposed height.
    • “The Dwarf,” p. 92
  • If you could have walked on the planet before humans lived here, maybe the Ivory Coast would have seemed more beautiful than La Côte d'Azur.
    • “Virus of the Soul,” p. 93
  • We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.
    • “Virus of the Soul,” p. 93
  • There are no winners in real games.
    • “Game II,” p. 97
  • The game itself is bigger than the winning.
    • “Game II,” p. 97
  • Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.
    • "Game III," p. 98
  • Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.
    • "Game III," p. 98
  • You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.
    • “Game III,” p. 98
  • Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.
    • “Game III,” p. 98
  • For a game, you don’t need a teacher.
    • “Game III,” p. 98

Sequence: “Is It Possible to Write a Poem”

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  • Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
    • “Does God Exist?,” p. 103
  • Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.
    • “Insult I,” p. 104
  • The universe is God’s son.
    • “God’s Son,” p. 105
  • Christ did not ask or want to be what he was not.
    • “Christ,” p. 106
  • Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.
    • “Christ,” p. 106
  • Your head is a lit chamber.
    • “Head,” p. 107
  • The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
    • “Head,” p. 107
  • What we call life is only talk of nature.
    • “Life,” p. 108
  • Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.
    • “Life,” p. 108
  • We like to admit to only that which already glows, although it is nobler to support brightness before it glows, not afterwards.
    • “A Flash of Silence,” p. 109
  • It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
    • “A Flash of Silence,” p. 109
  • Disease often comes with a smiling face.
    • “Benefactors,” p. 110
  • Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.
    • “Benefactors,” p. 110
  • He confided his deepest secret to you; be always wary of his secret.
    • “Benefactors,” p. 110
  • Don’t pay attention to those who offer too much.
    • “Benefactors,” p. 110
  • Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
    • “Is It Possible to Write a Poem?”
  • It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
    • “Is It Possible to Write a Poem?,” p. 111

Sequence: “Hopelessness”

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  • You don’t know anything, but I know even less.
    • “Face to Face,” p. 116
  • If you are good, they say you are weak.
    • “If,” p. 117
  • If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses. They blossomed; they did not talk about blossoming. They grew; they did not talk about growing.
    • “A Thought about Ourselves,” p. 122
  • Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.
    • “A Question for the Sun,” p. 123
  • From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.
    • “Garden," p. 126

Sequence: “Sound of the Silence”

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  • For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.
    • “Whisper Your Secret to Me,” p. 129
  • Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.
    • “Simplicity,” p. 131
  • There are many secrets; don’t try to resolve them all.
    • “Secret and the Truth” (Sequence: “Beethoven and Death”), p. 143

The Sign and Its Children (2000)

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New Avenue Books, 2012, Kindle eBook ASIN:B008CCH646; ISBN 978-1-62154-370-1 (First Serbian edition: 2000)], 96 pages
Pagination based on the first Serbian edition, Znak i njegova deca (Prosveta, Beograd, 2000)
 
Dejan Stojanović: If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness.

Sequence: “The Supreme Sign”

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  • If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it?
    • "The Sign and Emptiness," p. 9
  • If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness.
    • "The Sign and Emptiness," p. 9

Sequence: “The Sign and Nothing”

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  • Nothing is part of everything.
    • "While the Sign Sleeps," p. 17
  • Without nothing, everything would be nothing.
    • "While the Sign Sleeps," p. 17
  • From everything, nothing looks to nothing.
    • "While the Sign Sleeps," p. 17
  • From nothing comes everything.
    • "While the Sign Sleeps," p. 17
  • When everything hurries everywhere, nothing goes anywhere.
    • "Sign and Speed," p. 19
  • When he is most powerful, nothing does he become.
    • "Wardens of Peace," p. 21
  • To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.
    • "Zero and Sign," p. 23

Sequence: “A Word and a Sign”

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  • Digressions are part of harmony, deviations too.
    • "The Eye of a Sign," p. 43

Sequence: “The Sign and the Dream”

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  • Earth is the source of light.
    • "Earth and Light," p. 57
  • Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.
    • "Earth and Light," p. 57

The Shape (2000)

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New Avenue Books, 2012, Kindle eBook ASIN: B008CCH646; ISBN 978-1-62314-561-3 (First Serbian edition: 2000)], 96 pages
Pagination based on the first Serbian edition, Oblik (Gramatik, Podgorica, 2000)
 
Dejan Stojanović: I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.
 
Dejan Stojanović: Wherever I go, I run into myself.

Sequence: “Home of the Shape”

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  • We will go far away,
    To nowhere,
    To conquer,
    To fertilize,
    Until we become tired;
    Then we will stop
    And there will be our home.
    • "Home of the Shape," p. 7
  • One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.
    • "Almighty Shape," p. 9
  • I recreate myself; that is my only power.
    • "The Shape and a Smile," p. 10
  • I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.
    • "The Shape and a Smile," p. 10
  • You ask how it is possible
    To be your own father and son.

    You should seek answers,
    Although it is better to anticipate some,
    To be the light and dream.
    • "Father and Son," p. 13

Sequence: “Happiness of Atoms”

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  • And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
    • "The Shape and Society," p. 19
  • Creating means living.
    • "The Life of the Shape," p. 23
  • Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.
    • "Imitation," p. 26
  • I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.
    • "Citizens of the City of Light," p. 27
  • I travel, always arriving in the same place.
    • "Citizens of the City of Light," p. 27
  • If I would really start talking, you would become silent.
    • "Return from the Dream," p. 28
  • My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.
    • "Mathematics," p. 29
  • With me: one minus one = one; with you: it’s zero. Here lies the only difference.
    • "Mathematics," p. 29
  • I don’t know if you are me or I am neither I nor you.
    • "I and I," p. 30
  • I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?
    • "I and I," p. 30
  • Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.
    • "I and I," p. 30
  • Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.
    • "Motion," p. 31
  • In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.
    • "Motion," p. 31
  • Wherever I go, I run into myself.
    • "Motion," p. 31

Sequence: “Bells”

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  • In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.
    • "The Bell of the Shape," p. 35
  • From one bell all the bells toll.
    • "The Bell of the Shape," p. 35
  • What you gain here, you lose on the other side.
    • "Forest and Desert," p. 45

Sequence: “Pit of the Stone”

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  • Long ago we conquered our passions
    Looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.
    • "Prayer," p. 47
  • Long ago an uncalled rain fell
    And a called-upon God stayed equally distant.
    • "Prayer," p. 47
  • While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.
    • "The Shape of Greatness," p. 49

Sequence: “Wonders”

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  • He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love.
    • "Love," p. 54

Sequence: “Big Chamber”

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  • We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.
    • "Hush," p. 61
  • Nothing is made,
    Nothing disappears.

    The same changes,
    At the same places,
    Never stopping.

    The foundation and the roof
    With the world between
    Dreaming.
    • "Hush," p. 61
  • They are both spectacular, life and death.
    • "Hush," p. 61

The Creator (2000)

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Dejan Stojanović: In every sound sleeps the silence.
New Avenue Books, 2012, Kindle eBook, ASIN: B008CCH646; ISBN 978-1-62154-019-9 (Serbian edition: 2000), p. 96
Pagination based on the first Serbian edition, Tvoritelj (Narodna knjiga, Alfa, Beograd, 2000)

Sequence: “The Light-Bearer”

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  • The world is a navy in an empty ocean.
    • “The Light-Bearer,” p. 7
  • Good is not always good.
    • “Whispering Targets,” p. 11
  • Devil and God are two sides of the same face.
    • “The Devil and God,” p. 20

Sequence: “Forest of the Universe”

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  • The holy world glows like a lightening bug.
    • “The Fruit Bearer,” p. 29
  • In every sound sleeps the silence.
    • “Scream,” p. 34
  • In an endless silence even screams sound silent.
    • “Scream,” p. 34

Sequence: “The Dream Chamber”

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  • In every moment the past is born and the present flows into the future, taking the moment that already passed.
    • “Passage,” p. 45

Sequence: “The Whisper of Eternity”

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  • While the world sleeps, darkness and silence are awake.
    • “A Sleepday,” p. 53
  • Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.
    • “Nests,” p. 55
  • It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.
    • “The Day,” p. 57
  • It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.
    • “The Day,” p. 57

Sequence: “A Smiling Sky”

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  • Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.
    • “Color,” p. 64

Sequence: “Thought and Flight”

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  • From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.
    • “The Light of the Book,” p. 69
  • The eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.
    • “Eagle,” p. 72

Sequence: “Same and Change”

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  • When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.
    • “Roads,” p. 79
  • The world cannot be translated; it can only be dreamed of and touched.
    • “World II,” p. 84

Sequence: “Nostalgic Elements”

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  • Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.
    • “Pure Thought,” p. 90
  • Every scent is the sun’s scent.
    • “The Land,” p. p. 91
  • With open eyes, you watch; with closed eyes, you see.
    • “A Book,” p. p. 92
  • Description is a story well told already; experience offers truth.
    • “Lackadaisical Elements,” p. 93
  • What you spend, you save.
    • “Spending and Saving,” p. 94

From the poems written in English

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Dejan Stojanović: Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.
 
Dejan Stojanović: Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.
 
Dejan Stojanović: He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.
 
Dejan Stojanović: My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.
  • Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.
  • Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.
  • Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.
  • Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.
  • 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.
  • A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.
  • 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.
  • Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.
  • If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.
  • Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.
  • History will be erased in the universal purgatory.
  • He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.
  • A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.
  • 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.
  • They will smile, as they always do when they plan a major attack late in the night.
  • Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?
  • My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.
  • Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.
  • To accomplish the perfect perfection, a little imperfection helps.
  • 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.
  • Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.
  • Without pleasure there is no sight or measure.
  • 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.
  • There is no born lover, there is no born Don Juan, for we are all lovers.
  • To dream on occasion is not dreaming; to love on occasion is not love.
  • There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection.
  • Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.
  • We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.
  • Fly without wings; dream with open eyes.
  • If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago, he would've thought they were birds or angels from another world.
  • When there is noise and crowds, there is trouble; when everything is silent and perfect, there is just perfection and nothing to fill the air.
  • Possible impossibility emerges from an impossible possibility, or possibly, impossible possibility blooms from the impossibly possible impossibility.
  • Possible is more a matter of attitude, a matter of decision, to choose among the impossible possibilities, when one sound opportunity becomes a possible solution.
  • Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.
  • Pretense cannot sustain blind power.
  • Courage is more important than to be deceived by shallow victory waiting for a delayed defeat.
  • It is not possible to express the most precious insights,
    To see all that craves to be seen,
    To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe,
    To learn all that needs to be learned,
    To live without dying,
    And I am sad about it.
    But I lived
    And I am happy about that.
  • Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success we forget the easiness of free beauty lying sad right around the corner, only an instant removed, unnoticed and squandered.
  • If unjustified, ambition kills value, eats its own life, kills someone else's desire to fly, cuts their wings, sucks their air.
  • There is only as much space, only as much time, only as much desire, only as many words, only as many pages, only as much ink to accept all of us at light-speed hurrying into the Promised Land of oblivion that is waiting for us sooner or later.
  • Every man needs his Siren to check his courage and strength when he hears her song in his travels through the unknown.
  • A star needs a star.
  • 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.
  • I visited many places, some of them quite exotic and far away, but I always returned to myself.
  • Based on the law of probability, everything is possible because the sheer existence of possibility confirms the existence of impossibility.
  • To understand possible means to understand impossible.
  • It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.
  • It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.
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