“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”

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.

Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit.

The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them.

A man’s age is something impressive, it sums up his life.

A goal without a plan is just a wish.

Sometimes we behave as though there was something more important than life. But what?

Stars fade away in the morning, but your beauty still remains evident. Perhaps stars envy you.

She is whisky in a teacup.

How your words and pauses have become mine. How you are a full stop to my every line. You have colored me with your thoughts, red and white. The tinge of my blood and the pure divine.

Your gorgeous eyes were the reason to make me fall in love with you. They were deep enough to make me sink forever.

There’s adventure even in peace when you share silences with the right person at the right places.

I gave you all my pieces, and you returned it as my heart.

Tonight, I’m not sober to not love you.

The meaning of life has suddenly appeared in the spark of her eyes.