Dejan Stojanovic Quotes - Page 5

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

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.

Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.

Art is apotheosis; often, the complaint of beauty.

Busy with the expensive success we forget the free beauty.

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.

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

What we call life is only talk of nature.

Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.

Neruda had his first dream,
First meeting with the Moon and the Sun
In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,
Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.

Don Quixote is not an imaginary person; he is as real as Alexander the Great.

Perfection seems sterile; it is final, no mystery in it; it's a product of an assembly line.

In trying to be perfect,
He perfected the art of anonymity,
Became imperceptible
And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.

Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

Since nothing is absolute
There is no absolute silence,
Only an appearance
Of temporary peace.

Dreams are our only geography - our native land.

Fly without wings;
Dream with open eyes;
See in darkness.