Quotes by Serbian Authors - Page 3

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

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible the world has written its own.

The night is still waiting.

Disease often comes with a smiling face.

Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.

Each of us promenades his thought, like a monkey on a leash. When you read, you always have to such monkeys: your own and one belonging to someone else. Or, even worse, a monkey and a hyena. Now, consider what you will feed them. For a hyena does not eat the same things as a monkey...

The continual mismanagement is what keeps us from enjoying the full pallet of emotions that truly enrich us. .