Every particle of dust on a patch of earthWas a sun-cheek or brow of the morning star;Shake the dust off your sleeve carefully--That too was a delicate, fair face.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape

He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape

What you gain here, you lose on the other side. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape

Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape

In greatness, life and death merge. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape

From one bell all the bells toll. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape

Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape

They are both spectacular, Life and death. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape