What makes the desert beautiful,’ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYWhat makes the desert beautiful,’ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYI remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYHow could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYTrue love is visible not to the eyes but to the heart, for eyes may be deceived.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYReal love begins where nothing is expected in return.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYTo live is to be slowly born.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYIt is such a secret place, the land of tears.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYYou see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYMan is, above all, he who creates.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYI am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYAnd 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.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYThe tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYNo one is ever satisfied where he is.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYIt is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYThe tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERYBut eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERY