Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
People have forgotten this truth,” the fox said. “But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.
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…
True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.
Love consists of not looking each other in the eye, but of looking outwardly in the same direction.
Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
I am beginning to understand,” said the little prince. “There is a flower… I think that she has tamed me…
No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.
That is the hardest thing of all. It is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself, it’s because you’re truly a wise man.
You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water…
What makes the desert beautiful,’ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well…
The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.
I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings.
I have no right to say or do anything that diminishes a man in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him but what he thinks of himself. Hurting a man in his dignity is a crime.
I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea.
What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step.
I wonder,” he said, “whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again…
And the fox said to the little prince: men have forgotten this truth, but you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.
Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them
Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.
Vivi muito tempo no mundo das pessoas grandes. Vi-as de bem perto.Não fiquei com muito melhor opinião delas.
If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom.
Mais, dans la mort d’un homme, un monde inconnu meurt, et je me demandais quelles étaient les images qui sombraient en lui.
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.
But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you.
Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy ready-made things in the shops. But since there are no shops where you can buy friends, men no longer have any friends.
Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known.
If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.
Go and have another look at the roses. And you will understand that yours is indeed unique in all the world.
She wished to appear only in the full radiance of her beauty. Oh yes, she was quite vain! And her mysterious adornment had lasted days and days. And then one morning, precisely at sunrise, she showed herself.
A chief is a man who assumes responsibility. He says ‘I was beaten’, he does not say ‘My men were beaten.
It’s the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important…People have forgotten this truth, but you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.
But if you tame me, then weshall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, Ishall be unique in all the world.
No one is ever satisfied where he is….Only the children know what they’re looking for….
What I see here is nothing but a shell. What is most important is invisible…
This water was indeed a different thing from ordinary nourishment. Its sweetness was born of the walk under the stars, the song of the pulley, the effort of my arms. It was good for the heart, like a present.
When you’ve finished your own toilet in the morning, then it is time to attend to the toilet of your planet, just so, with the greatest care.
A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.
No destiny attacks us from outside. But, within him, man bears his fate and there comes a moment when he knows himself vulnerable; and then, as in a vertigo, blunder upon blunder lures him.
If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is!
He is not admiring the colours of the earth and sky, the marks of the wind on the sea, the gilded clouds of twilight; they are the objects of his meditation.
I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him… The land of tears is so mysterious.
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.
When one wishes to play the wit, he sometimes wanders a little from the truth.
I may be a little like the grown-ups. I must have grown old.
Men? One never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very difficult.
Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…” “It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.
To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.
Where are the men?” the little prince at last took up the conversationagain. “It is a little lonely in the desert. . . ”“It is also lonely among men,” the snake said.
there is no growth except in the fulfillment of obligations
We do not pray for immortality, but only not to see our acts and all things stripped suddenly of all their meaning; for then it is the utter emptiness of everything reveals itself.
In silence alone does a man’s truth bind itself together and strike root.
He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound..
I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams…
Alone within the vast tribunal that is the stormy sky, the pilot is in contention for his mailbags with three elemental divinities: mountain, sea and storm.
If you are to be, you must begin by assuming responsibility.
If you come at four in the afternoon, I’ll begin to be happy by three.
How is it possible for one to own the stars?””To whom do they belong?” the businessman retorted, peevishly.”I don’t know. To nobody.
You – you alone will have the stars as no one else has them…
If you love a flower which happens to be on a star, it is sweet at night to gaze at the sky. All the stars are a riot of flowers.
That will be so amusing! You will have five hundred million little bells,and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water…
My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens…they will all be your friends.”-the little prince
You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
And if not for the caterpillars and butterflies, who will I talk to? You’ll be far away. And as for larger creatures, I’m not afraid. I have my thorns…to protect me.
Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
if a sheep eats bushes does it eat flowers too?a sheep eats whatever it findseven a flower with thorn?even a flower with thorns.then what’s the good of thorns?
The grandeur of a profession is…above all, uniting men: there is only one true luxury, that of human relationships.
The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.
If I am attempting to describe him, it is in order not to forget him. It is sad to forget a friend. Not every one has had a friend.
Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.
And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.
Of course I love you. It is my fault that you have not known it all the while” (the flower to little prince)
Grown-ups love figures. When you talk to them about a new friend, they never ask questions about essential matters.
I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.
A single radio post still heard him. The only link between him and the world was a wave of music, a minor modulation. Not a lament, no cry, yet purest of sounds that ever spoke despair.
You know– one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…””Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the day of the forty-four sunsets?”But the little prince made no reply.
Even though human life may be the most precious thing on earth, we always behave as if there were something of higher value than human life.
Experiences teaches us that to love is not to gaze at one another but to gaze together in the same direction.
My life is very monotonous,” the fox said. “I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored.
But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.
He who is different from me does not impoverish me – he enriches me. Our unity is constituted in something higher than ourselves – in Man… For no man seeks to hear his own echo, or to find his reflection in the glass.
But the vain man did not hear him. Vain men never hear anything but praise.