Dejan Stojanovic Quotes - Page 7

In greatness, life and death merge.

Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.

From one bell all the bells toll.

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.

They are both spectacular,
Life and death.

Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.

Wherever I go, I run into myself.

One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.

I travel, always arriving in the same place.

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.

My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.

Creating means living.

All dust is the same dust.
Temporarily separated
To go peacefully
And enjoy the eternal nap.

Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.

Life eats life to live.

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.

With me: one minus one = one; with you: it’s zero. Here lies the only difference.

Neither alive nor dead;
No one lets up,
No one wins.

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.