“It is always in the midst, in the epicenter, of your troubles that you find serenity.”

To live is to be slowly born.

It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.

Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love’s opposite.

It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Night, when words fade and things come alive.

If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.

You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak.

All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people.

The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.

The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.

I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.

No one is ever satisfied where he is.

Truths may clash without contradicting each other.

One’s suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields – even to sadness.

What makes the desert beautiful,’ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well.