The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYThe tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYLoneliness is bred of a mind that has grown earth-bound.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYYou see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYThe arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYThere is no hope of joy except in human relations.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYNo single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYIt is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYSometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYHe who never says “no” is no true man.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYTruths may clash without contradicting each other.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYI am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYThe meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYYou’re not a man, you’re a mushroom!
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYLove does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love’s opposite.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYWords are the source of misunderstandings.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYEven our misfortunes are a part of our belongings.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERY