Literature Quotes Quotes

It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.

Dejan Stojanovic

When I want to be reminded of stupidity, especially my own, I turn on the TV.

Dejan Stojanovic

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

Dejan Stojanovic

Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.

Dejan Stojanovic

Vandals listen only when others are stronger.If vandals are equal or strongerTheir word is the last word.

Dejan Stojanovic

Wherever I go, I run into myself.

Dejan Stojanovic

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.

Dejan Stojanovic

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

Dejan Stojanovic

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.

Dejan Stojanovic

To dream on occasion is not dreaming, To love on occasion is not love.

Dejan Stojanovic

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

Dejan Stojanovic

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.

Dejan Stojanovic

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.

Dejan Stojanovic

A word only writes Its night and ridesIts dream.

Dejan Stojanovic

In the only sense that matters the surprise works as well the twentieth time as the first. It is the quality of unexpectedness, not the fact that delights us. It is even better the second time. Knowing that the 'surprise' is coming we can now fully relish the fact that this path through the shrubbery doesn't look as if it were suddenly going to bring us out on the edge of the cliff. So in literature. We do not enjoy a story fully at the first reading. Not till the curiosity, the sheer narrative lust, has been given its sop and laid asleep, are we are leisure to savour the real beauties. Till then, it is like wasting great wine on a ravenous natural thirst which merely wants cold wetness. The children understand this well when they ask for the same story over and over again, and in the same words. They want to have again the 'surprise' of discovering that what seemed Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother is really the wolf. It is better when you know it is coming: free from the shock of actual surprise you can attend better to the intrinsic surprisingness of the peripeteia.

C.S. Lewis