Arman Dz.:
The Fog of Yesterday
Arman Dz.:
Sarajevo Red Line 2012
Arman Dz.:
But which is the stone that supports the bridge?
Arman Dz.:
Love is the bridge between two hearts.
Arman Dz.:
Sometimes that light at the end of the tunnel is a train.
Arman Dz.:
Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.
Arman Dz.:
Truth is the torch that gleams through the fog without dispelling it.
Arman Dz.:
Will is to grace as the horse is to the rider.
Arman Dz.:
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Arman Dz.:
Did you ever notice that the first piece of luggage on the carousel never belongs to anyone?
Arman Dz.:
There is no hurry. Time means nothing to you.
Arman Dz.:
If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
Arman Dz.:
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.
Arman Dz.:
You see, freedom has a way of destroying things.
Arman Dz.:
The fog is rising...
Arman Dz.:
Rises like a phoenix from the ashes.
Arman Dz.:
Come take me out of this dull world. For I would ride with you upon the wind, and dance upon the mountains like a flame.
Arman Dz.:
May what I do, flow from me like a river. No forcing and no holding back.
Arman Dz.:
The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn.
Arman Dz.:
Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity.
Arman Dz.:
The Fountain of Youth
Arman Dz.:
The statue stood quiet and still, like the silhouette of a tired mime.
Arman Dz.:
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Arman Dz.:
I See Fire.
Arman Dz.:
..we've let go of so many things, but never each other's hand.
Arman Dz.:
Melancholy
