Background Image

...

In Those Days, I Didn't Understand Anything. I Should Have Judged Her According To Her Actions, Not Her Words. She Perfumed My Planet And Lit Up My Life. I Should Never Have Run Away! I Ought To Have Realized The Tenderness Underlying Her Silly Pretensions. Flowers Are So Contadictory! But I Was Too Young To Know How To Love Her.

-Antoine De Saint-Exupery

...

Please Wait....
Translating....

In Those Days, I

Antoine De Saint-Exupery

...

In Those Days, I Didn't Understand Anything. I Should Have Judged Her According To Her Actions, Not Her Words. She Perfumed My Planet And Lit Up My Life. I Should Never Have Run Away! I Ought To Have Realized The Tenderness Underlying Her Silly Pretensions. Flowers Are So Contadictory! But I Was Too Young To Know How To Love Her.

Views: 3

Topic

More From Antoine De Saint-Exupery

It's A Question Of Discipline,' The Little Prince Told Me Later On. 'when You've Finished Washing And Dressing Each Morning, You Must Tend Your Planet. You Must Be Sure You Pull Up The Baobabs Regularly, As Soon As You Can Tell Them Apart From The Rosebushes, Which They Closely Resemble When They're Very Young. It's Very Tedious Work, But Very Easy.

We Must Not Subject Him Who Creates To The Desires Of The Multitude. It Is, Rather, His Creation That Must Become The Multitude's Desire.

No Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Whose Existence We Had Never Suspected. To Live Is To Be Slowly Born.

Only The Children Know What They Are Looking For.

We Are Forever Responsible For That Which We Have Tamed.

It Is Such A Secret Place, The Land Of Tears.

Language Is The Source Of Misunderstandings.

When The Body Sinks Into Death, The Essence Of Man Is Revealed. Man Is A Knot, A Web, A Mesh Into Which Relationships Are Tied. Only Those Relationships Matter. The Body Is An Old Crock That Nobody Will Miss. I Have Never Known A Man To Think Of Himself When Dying. Never.

There Is No Liberty Except The Liberty Of Some One Making His Way Towards Something. Such A Man Can Be Set Free If You Will Teach Him The Meaning Of Thirst, And How To Trace A Path To A Well. Only Then Will He Embark Upon A Course Of Action That Will Not Be Without Significance. You Could Not Liberate A Stone If There Were No Law Of Gravity - For Where Will The Stone Go, Once It Is Quarried?

Life Always Bursts The Boundaries Of Formulas.

True, It Is Evil That A Single Man Should Crush The Herd, But See Not There The Worse Form Of Slavery, Which Is When The Herd Crushes Out The Man.

For True Love Is Inexhaustible; The More You Give, The More You Have. And If You Go To Draw At The True Fountainhead, The More Water You Draw, The More Abundant Is Its Flow.

Pure Logic Is The Ruin Of The Spirit.

You Cannot Plant An Acorn In The Morning, And Expect That Afternoon To Sit In The Shade Of An Oak.

The Tree Is A Slow, Enduring Force Straining To Win The Sky.

In Order To Cure A Feeling Of Malaise, You Have To Throw Light On It.

Sometimes, There Is No Harm In Putting Off A Piece Of Work Until Another Day.

More Wisdom Is Latent In Things As They Are Than In All The Words Men Use.

And That Heart Which Was A Wild Garden Was Given To Him Who Only Loved Trim Lawns. And The Imbecile Carried The Princess Into Slavery.

"it's A Question Of Discipline," The Little Prince Told Me Later On. "when You've Finished Washing And Dressing Each Morning, You Must Tend Your Planet."

When One Wishes To Play The Wit, He Sometimes Wander A Little From The Truth.

To Be A Man Is, Precisely, To Be Responsible. It Is To Feel Shame At The Sight Of What Seems To Be Unmerited Misery. It Is To Take Pride In A Victory Won By One's Comrades. It Is To Feel, When Setting One's Stone, That One Is Contributing To The Building Of The World.

I Am Very Fond Of Sunsets. Come, Let Us Go Look At A Sunset.

A Man's Age Is Something Impressive, It Sums Up His Life: Maturity Reached Slowly And Against Many Obstacles, Illnesses Cured, Griefs And Despairs Overcome, And Unconscious Risks Taken; Maturity Formed Through So Many Desires, Hopes, Regrets, Forgotten Things, Loves. A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experience And Memories.

The House, The Stars, The Desert -- What Gives Them Their Beauty Is Something That Is Invisible!

Of Course, I Love You,' The Flower Said To Him. 'if You Were Not Aware Of It, It Was My Fault.

I Don't Understand These People Anymore, That Travel The Commuter-trains To Their Dormitory Towns. These People That Call Themselves Human, But, By A Pressure They Do Not Feel, Are Forced To Do Their Work Like Ants. With What Do They Fill Their Time When They Are Free Of Work On Their Silly Little Sundays? I Am Very Fortunate In My Profession. I Feel Like A Farmer, With The Airstrips As My Fields. Those That Have Once Tasted This Kind Of Fare Will Not Forget It Ever. Not So, My Friends?

No Individual Is Isolated. He Who Is Sad, Saddens Others.

Night, The Beloved. Night, When Words Fade And Things Come Alive. When The Destructive Analysis Of Day Is Done, And All That Is Truly Important Becomes Whole And Sound Again. When Man Reassembles His Fragmentary Self And Grows With The Calm Of A Tree.

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.

The Important Thing Is To Strive Toward A Goal Which Is Not Immediately Visible. That Goal Is Not The Concern Of The Mind, But Of The Spirit.

What Do We Mean By Setting A Man Free? You Cannot Free A Man Who Dwells In A Desert And Is An Unfeeling Brute.

It Is The Savor Of Bread Broken With Comrades That Makes Us Accept The Values Of War.

How Desperately Difficult It Is To Be Honest With Oneself. It Is Much Easier To Be Honest With Other People.what Is True Is Invisible To The Eye. It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Clearly.

When Faith Burns Itself Out, 'tis God Who Dies And Thenceforth Proves Unavailing.

The Airplane Has Unveiled For Us The True Face Of The Earth.

A Designer Knows He Has Achieved Perfection Not When There Is Nothing Left To Add, But When There Is Nothing Left To Take Away.

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.

When I Opened My Eyes I Saw Nothing But The Pool Of Nocturnal Sky, For I Was Lying On My Back With Out-stretched Arms, Face To Face With That Hatchery Of Stars. Only Half Awake, Still Unaware That Those Depths Were Sky, Having No Roof Between Those Depths And Me, No Branches To Screen Them, No Root To Cling To, I Was Seized With Vertigo And Felt Myself As If Flung Forth And Plunging Downward Like A Diver.

Let A Man In A Garret But Burn With Enough Intensity And He Will Set Fire To The World.

Only He Can Understand What A Farm Is, What A Country Is, Who Shall Have Sacrificed Part Of Himself To His Farm Or Country, Fought To Save It, Struggled To Make It Beautiful. Only Then Will The Love Of Farm Or Country Fill His Heart.

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.

Where I Live, Everything Is Very Small.

We Live Not By Things, But By The Meaning Of Things. It Is Needful To Transmit The Passwords From Generation To Generation.

Sorrow Is One Of The Vibrations That Prove The Fact Of Living.

You Will Have Five Hundred Million Little Bells, And I Shall Have Five Hundred Million Springs Of Fresh Water.

It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Rightly.

Man's Progress Is But A Gradual Discovery That His Questions Have No Meaning.

A Smile Is Often The Key Thing.one Is Paid With A Smile. One Is Rewarded With A Smile. One Is Brightened By A Smile. And The Quality Of A Smile Can Make One Die.

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.

You Become Responsible, Forever, For What You Have Tamed.

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.

Judging Yourself

All Grown-ups Were Once Children... But Only Few Of Them Remember It.

But Eyes Are Blind. You Have To Look With The Heart.

I Am Looking For Friends. What Does That Mean - Tame?" "it Is An Act Too Often Neglected," Said The Fox. "it Means To Establish Ties." "to Establish Ties?" "just That," Said The Fox. "to Me, You Are Still Nothing More Than A Little Boy Who Is Just Like A Hundred Thousand Other Little Boys. And I Have No Need Of You. And You, On Your Part, Have No Need Of Me. To You I Am Nothing More Than A Fox Like A Hundred Thousand Other Foxes. But If You Tame Me, Then We Shall Need Each Other. To Me, You Will Be Unique In All The World. To You, I Shall Be Unique In All The World.

A Man Has Many Parts, He Is Virtually Everything, And You Are Free To Select In Him That Part Which Pleases You.

I Have Always Learned To Distinguish The Important From The Urgent.

We Are Prudent People. We Are Afraid To Let Go Of Our Petty Reality In Order To Grasp At A Great Shadow.

Cries Of Despair, Misery, Sobbing Grief Are A Kind Of Wealth.

If France Is To Be Judged, Judge Her Not By The Effects Of Her Defeat But By Her Readiness To Sacrifice Herself.

"men Have Forgotten This Truth," Said The Fox. "but You Must Not Forget It. You Become Responsible, Forever, For What You Have Tamed."

What Does Tamed Mean? It's Something That's Been Too Often Neglected. It Means To Create Ties.

I Shall Look At You Out Of The Corner Of My Eye, And You Will Say Nothing. Words Are The Source Of Misunderstandings." -from The Fox-

Navigating By The Compass In A Sea Of Clouds Over Spain Is All Very Well, It Is Very Dashing, But - You Want To Remember That Below The Sea Of Clouds Lies Eternity.

There Is A Cheap Literature That Speaks To Us Of The Need Of Escape. It Is True That When We Travel We Are In Search Of Distance. But Distance Is Not To Be Found. It Melts Away. And Escape Has Never Led Anywhere. The Moment A Man Finds That He Must Play The Races, Go The Arctic, Or Make War In Order To Feel Himself Alive, That Man Has Begin To Spin The Strands That Bind Him To Other Men And To The World. But What Wretched Strands! A Civilization That Is Really Strong Fills Man To The Brim, Though He Never Stir. What Are We Worth When Motionless, Is The Question.

If It Is True That Wars Are Won By Believers, It Is Also True That Peace Treaties Are Sometimes Signed By Businessmen.

And The Little Prince Broke Into A Lovely Peal Of Laughter, Which Irritated Me Very Much. I Like My Misfortunes To Be Taken Seriously.

She Cast Her Fragrance And Her Radiance Over Me. I Ought Never To Have Run Away From Her... I Ought To Have Guessed All The Affection That Lay Behind Her Poor Little Stratagems. Flowers Are So Inconsistent! But I Was Too Young To Know How To Love Her.

If Someone Wants A Sheep, Then That Means That He Exists.

Once Men Are Caught Up In An Event, They Cease To Be Afraid. Only The Unknown Frightens Men.

How Could Drops Of Water Know Themselves To Be A River? Yet The River Flows On.

In Every Crowd Are Certain Persons Who Seem Just Like The Rest, Yet They Bear Amazing Messages.

True Love Begins When Nothing Is Looked For In Return.

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.

Good Taste" Is A Virtue Of The Keepers Of Museums. If You Scorn Bad Taste, You Will Have Neither Painting Nor Dancing, Neither Palaces Nor Gardens.

We Say Nothing Essential About The Cathedral When We Speak Of Its Stones. We Say Nothing Essential About Man When We Seek To Define Him By The Qualities Of Men.

The Thing That Is Important Is The Thing That Is Not Seen.

The Magic Of The Craft Has Opened For Me A World In Which I Shall Confront, Within Two Hours, The Black Dragons And The Crowned Crests Of A Coma Of Blue Lightnings, And When Night Has Fallen I, Delivered, Shall Read My Course In The Starts.

Demagoguery Enters At The Moment When, For Want Of A Common Denominator, The Principle Of Equality Degenerates Into The Principle Of Identity.

He Who Must Travel Happily Must Travel Light.

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.

He Who Has Gone, So We But Cherish His Memory, Abides With Us, More Potent, Nay, More Present Than The Living Man.

You See, One Loves The Sunset When One Is So Sad.

He Who Never Says "no" Is No True Man.

If You Tame Me, Then We Shall Need Each Other. To Me, You Will Be Unique In All The World. To You, I Shall Be Unique In All The World…if You Tame Me, It Will Be As If The Sun Came To Shine On My Life. I Shall Know The Sound Of A Step That Will Be Different From All The Others. Other Steps Send Me Hurrying Back Underneath The Ground. Yours Will Call Me, Like Music, Out Of My Burrow

The Dignity Of The Individual Demands That He Be Not Reduced To Vassalage By The Largesse Of Others.

A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experiences And Memories.

When You Want To Build A Ship, Then Do Not Drum The Men Together In Order To Procure Wood, To Give Instructions Or To Distribute The Work, But Teach Them Longing For The Wide Endless Sea.

In Those Days, I Didn't Understand Anything. I Should Have Judged Her According To Her Actions, Not Her Words. She Perfumed My Planet And Lit Up My Life. I Should Never Have Run Away! I Ought To Have Realized The Tenderness Underlying Her Silly Pretensions. Flowers Are So Contadictory! But I Was Too Young To Know How To Love Her.

Are Wars... Anything But The Means Whereby A Nation's Problems Are Set, Where Creation Is Stimulated - There You Have Adventure. But There Is No Adventure In Heads-or-tails, In Betting That The Toss Will Come Out Of Life Or Death. War Is Not An Adventure. It Is A Disease. It Is Like Typhus.

The Tender Friendships One Gives Up, On Parting, Leave Their Bite On The Heart, But Also A Curious Feeling Of A Treasure Somewhere Buried.

Ephemeral" It Means 'which Is In Danger Of Speedy Disappearance.

For Instance, If You Come At Four In The Afternoon, I'll Begin To Be Happy By Three. The Closer It Gets To Four, The Happier I'll Feel. By Four I'll Be Excited And Worried; I'll Discover What It Costs To Be Happy! But If You Come At Any Od Time, I'll Never Know When I Should Prepare My Heart... There Must Be Rites.

If You Want To Build A Ship, Don't Summon People To Buy Wood, Prepare Tools, Distribute Jobs, And Organize The Work; Teach People The Yearning For The Wide, Boundless Ocean.

What Torments Me Is Not The Humps Nor Hollows Nor The Ugliness. It Is The Sight, A Little Bit In All These Men, Of Mozart Murdered.

The Meaning Of Things Lies Not In The Things Themselves, But In Our Attitude Towards Them In Particular Caused By What We Compare It To: Something Worse And We Feel Grateful For What We Have; Something Better And We Feel Somehow Let Down.

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.

Monotonous Life

Truths May Clash Without Contradicting Each Other.

Well, I Must Endure The Presence Of A Few Caterpillars If I Wish To Become Acquainted With The Butterflies.

If You Want To Build A Ship, Teach The Men To Yearn For The Vast And Endless Sea.

Prison Is Not A Mere Physical Horror. It Is Using A Pickaxe To No Purpose That Makes A Prison.

Although Human Life Is Priceless, We Always Act As If Something Had An Even Greater Price Than Life... But What Is That Something?

Grown-ups Never Understand Anything For Themselves, And It Is Tiresome For Children To Be Always And Forever Explaining Things To Them.

True Happiness Comes From The Joy Of Deeds Well Done, The Zest Of Creating Things New.

He Who Bears In His Heart A Cathedral To Be Built Is Already Victorious. He Who Seeks To Become Sexton Of A Finished Cathedral Is Already Defeated.

Here Is My Secret. It Is Very Simple: One Sees Well Only With The Heart. The Essential Is Invisible To The Eyes.

He Who Would Travel Happy Must Travel Lite.

Charity Never Humiliated Him Who Profited From It, Nor Ever Bound Him By The Chains Of Gratitude, Since It Was Not To Him But To God That The Gift Was Made.

I Was Too Young To Know How To Love Her.

Using An Artful Tool Does Not Make One A Dry Technician. It Seems To Me That People That Are Anxious About Our Technical Advancement, Confuse Means And Ends. Naturally A Person That Only Works For Material Gain Will Not Harvest Something That Is Worth Living For. But The Machine Is Not An End In Itself. The Airplane Is Not An End. It Is A Tool. Just Like The Plough.

Tell Me Who Admires And Loves You, And I Will Tell You Who You Are.

I Showed The Grown Ups My Maasterpiece, Andi Asked Them If My Drawing Scared Them. They Answered Why Be Scared Of A Hat? My Drawing Was Not A Picture Of A Hat. It Was A Picture Of A Boa Constrictor Digesting An Elephant.

One Must Observe The Proper Rites.

One Is A Member Of A Country, A Profession, A Civilization, A Religion. One Is Not Just A Man.

If You Tame Me, It Would Be As If The Sun Came To Shine On My Life.

Grown-ups Love Figures... When You Tell Them You've Made A New Friend They Never Ask You Any Questions About Essential Matters. They Never Say To You "what Does His Voice Sound Like? What Games Does He Love Best? Does He Collect Butterflies? " Instead They Demand "how Old Is He? How Much Does He Weigh? How Much Money Does His Father Make? " Only From These Figures Do They Think They Have Learned Anything About Him.

One Must Require From Each One The Duty Which Each One Can Perform. Accepted Authority Rests First Of All On Reason.

A Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Totally Unknown To Us.

Treason Implies Responsibility For Something, Control Over Something, Influence Upon Something, Knowledge Of Something. Treason In Our Time Is A Proof Of Genius. Why, I Want To Know, Are Not Traitors Decorated?

I Will Appoint Captains To Rule My Cities, For It Is In The Compelling Zest Of High Adventure And Of Victory, And In Creative Action, That Man Finds His Supreme Joys.

All Of Us Have Had The Experience Of A Sudden Joy That Came When Nothing In The World Had Forewarned Us Of Its Coming - A Joy So Thrilling That If It Was Born Of Misery We Remembered Even The Misery With Tenderness.

It Is Not For Us To Forecast The Future, But To Shape It.

If A Composer Suffers From Loss Of Sleep And His Sleeplessness Induces Him To Turn Out Masterpieces, What A Profitable Loss It Is!

Once You Are My Friend, I Am Responsible For You.

If Some One Loves A Flower Of Which Just One Example Exists Among All The Millions And Millions Of Stars, That's Enough To Make Him Happy When He Looks At The Stars. He Tells Himself, "my Flower's Up There Somewhere. . . ." But If The Sheep Eats The Flower, Then For Him It's As If, Suddenly, All The Stars Went Out. And That Isn't Important?

And When Your Sorrow Is Comforted (time Soothes All Sorrows) You Will Be Content That You Have Known Me. You Will Always Be My Friend. You Will Want To Laugh With Me. And You Will Sometimes Open Your Window, So, For That Pleasure . . . And Your Friends Will Be Properly Astonished To See You Laughing As You Look Up At The Sky! Then You Will Say To Them, 'yes, The Stars Always Make Me Laugh!' And They Will Think You Are Crazy. It Will Be A Very Shabby Trick That I Shall Have Played On You.

One Runs The Risk Of Weeping A Little, If One Lets Himself Be Tamed.

At One Time I Say To Myself: "surely Not! The Little Prince Shuts His Flower Under Her Glass Globe Every Night, And He Watches Over His Sheep Very Carefully . . ." Then I Am Happy. And There Is Sweetness In The Laughter Of All The Stars.

For, To Conceited Men, All Other Men Are Admirers.

Surely A Man Needs A Closed Place Wherein He May Strike Root And, Like The Seed, Become. But Also He Needs The Great Milky Way Above Him And The Vast Sea Spaces, Though Neither Stars Nor Ocean Serve His Daily Needs.

No Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Totally Unknown To Us. To Live Is To Be Slowly Born. It Would Be A Bit Too Easy If We Could Go About Borrowing Ready-made Souls.

If You Want To Build A Boat, Do Not Instruct The Men To Saw Wood, Stitch The Sails, Prepare The Tools And Organize The Work, But Make Them Long For Setting Sail And Travel To Distant Lands.

True Love Is Visible Not To The Eyes But To The Heart, For Eyes May Be Deceived.

Friendship Is Born From An Identity Of Spiritual Goals - From Common Navigation Toward A Star.

Sometimes We Behave As Though There Was Something More Important Than Life. But What?

One's Suffering Disappears When One Lets Oneself Go, When One Yields - Even To Sadness.

Water, Thou Hast No Taste, No Color, No Odor; Canst Not Be Defined, Art Relished While Ever Mysterious. Not Necessary To Life, But Rather Life Itself, Thou Fillest Us With A Gratification That Exceeds The Delight Of The Senses.

It Is The Missed Opportunity That Counts, And In A Love That Vainly Yearns From Behind Prison Bars You Have Perchance The Love Supreme.

The First Stars Tremble As If Shimmering In Green Water. Hours Must Pass Before Their Glimmer Hardens Into The Frozen Glitter Of Diamonds. I Shall Have A Long Wait Before I Witness The Soundless Frolic Of The Shooting Stars. In The Profound Darkness Of Certain Nights I Have Seen The Sky Streaked With So Many Trailing Sparks That It Seemed To Me A Great Gale Must Be Blowing Through The Outer Heavens.

Flying Is A Man's Job And Its Worries Are A Man's Worries.

The Soldier's Body Becomes A Stock Of Accessories That Are Not His Property.

He Fell As Gently As A Tree Falls. There Was Not Even Any Sound.

What Makes The Desert Beautiful Is That Somewhere It Hides A Well.

Love Does Not Cause Suffering: What Causes It Is The Sense Of Ownership, Which Is Love's Opposite.

You Know... When You Are Sad You Love The Sunsets.

I Am Beginning To Understand," Said The Little Prince. "there Is A Flower... I Think That She Has Tamed Me.

The Beauty Of The Mountain Is Hidden For All Those Who Try To Discover It From The Top, Supposing That, One Way Or An Other, One Can Reach This Place Directly. The Beauty Of The Mountain Reveals Only To Those Who Climbed It.

The Friend Within The Man Is That Part Of Him Which Belongs To You And Opens To You A Door Which Never, Perhaps, Is Opened To Another. Such A Friend Is True, And All He Says Is True; And He Loves You Even If He Hates You In Other Mansions Of His Heart.

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort. It Continues, Whereas The End To Be Attained Is But An Illusion Of The Climber, As He Fares On And On From Crest To Crest; And Once The Goal Is Reached It Has No Meaning.

Only The Children Know What They Are Looking For. They Waste Their Time Over A Rag Doll And It Becomes Very Important To Them; And If Anybody Takes It Away From Them, They Cry.

There Is No Growth Except In The Fulfillment Of Obligations.

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.

Precious Things

Grown Ups Are Certainly Very Strange.

How Could There Be Any Question Of Acquiring Or Possessing, When The One Thing Needful For A Man Is To Become - To Be At Last, And To Die In The Fullness Of His Being.

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time. Get Into A Fist Fight, Put Your Mind On The Strategy Of The Fight, And You Will Not Feel The Other Fellow's Punches.

When A Mystery Is Too Overpowering, One Dare Not Disobey.

One Day," You Said To Me, "i Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!" And A Little Later You Added: "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.

It Is Much More Difficult To Judge Oneself Than To Judge Others.

Freedom And Constraint Are Two Aspects Of The Same Necessity, The Necessity Of Being The Man You Are And Not Another. You Are Free To Be That Man, But Not Another.

You're Beautiful, But You're Empty...one Couldn't Die For You. Of Course, An Ordinary Passerby Would Think My Rose Looked Just Like You. But My Rose, All On Her Own, Is More Important Than All Of You Together, Since She's The One I've Watered. Since She's The One I Put Under Glass, Since She's The One I Sheltered Behind The Screen. Since She's The One For Whom I Killed The Caterpillars (except The Two Or Three Butterflies). Since She's The One I Listened To When She Complained, Or When She Boasted, Or Even Sometimes When She Said Nothing At All. Since She's My Rose.

I Believe That For His Escape He Took Advantage Of The Migration Of A Flock Of Wild Birds.

What Did I Care About My Hammer, About My Bolt, About Thirst Or Death? There Was, On One Star, On One Planet, On Mine, The Earth, A Little Prince To Be Consoled! I Took Him In My Arms. I Rocked Him. I Told Him, 'the Flower You Love Is Not In Danger...i'll Draw You A Muzzle For Your Sheep...i'll Draw You A Fence For Your Flower...i' I Didn't Know What To Say. How Clumsy I Felt! I Didn't Know How To Reach Him, Where To Find Him...it's So Mysterious, The Land Of Tears.

A Rock Pile Ceases To Be A Rock Pile The Moment A Single Man Contemplates It, Bearing Within Him The Image Of A Cathedral.

It Is The Time You Have Wasted For Your Rose That Makes Your Rose So Important.

You Become Responsible For A Long Time For What You've Tamed.

Men Have No More Time To Understand Anything. They Buy Things All Ready Made At The Shops. But There Is No Shop Anywhere Where One Can Buy Friendship, And So Men Have No Friends Any More. If You Want A Friend, Tame Me.

A Sky As Pure As Water Bathed The Stars And Brought Them Out.

One Cannot Build Life From Refrigerators, Politics, Credit Statements And Crossword Puzzles. That Is Impossible. Nor Can One Exist For Any Length Of Time Without Poetry, Without Color, Without Love.

People Where You Live," The Little Prince Said, "grow Five Thousand Roses In One Garden... Yet They Don't Find What They're Looking For... They Don't Find It," I Answered. And Yet What They're Looking For Could Be Found In A Single Rose, Or A Little Water..." Of Course," I Answered. And The Little Prince Added, "but Eyes Are Blind. You Have To Look With The Heart.

The Theoretician Believes In Logic And Believes That He Despises Dreams, Intuition, And Poetry. He Does Not Recognize That These Three Fairies Have Only Disguised Themselves In Order To Dazzle Him.... He Does Not Know That He Owes His Greatest Discoveries To Them.

You're Not A Man, You're A Mushroom!

It's All A Great Mystery...look Up At The Sky And You'll See How Everything Changes

If A Sheep Eats Bushes Does It Eat Flowers Too? A Sheep Eats Whatever It Finds Even A Flower With Thorn? Even A Flower With Thorns. Then What's The Good Of Thorns?

"what Place Would You Advise Me To Visit Now?" He Asked. "the Planet Earth," Replied The Geographer. "it Has A Good Reputation."

What He Had Yearned To Embrace Was Not The Flesh But A Down Spirit, A Spark, The Impalpable Angel That Inhabits The Flesh.

Perfection Is Attained, Not When No More Can Be Added, But When No More Can Be Removed.

The Injustice Of Defeat Lies In The Fact That Its Most Innocent Victims Are Made To Look Like Heartless Accomplices. It Is Impossible To See Behind Defeat, The Sacrifices, The Austere Performance Of Duty, The Self-discipline And The Vigilance That Are There - Those Things The God Of Battle Does Not Take Account Of.

One Day, I Watched The Sun Setting Forty-four Times......you Know...when One Is So Terribly Sad, One Loves Sunsets.

A Child Is Not Frightened At The Thought Of Being Patiently Transmuted Into An Old Man.

Man Is A Knot Into Which Relationships Are Tied.

No Truth Is Proved, No Truth Achieved, By Argument, And The Ready-made Truths Men Offer You Are Mere Conveniences Or Drugs To Make You Sleep.

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.

Perfection Is Reachednot When There's Nothing To Add, But When There's Nothing To Take Away.

To Become A Man Is To Be Responsible; To Be Ashamed Of Miseries That You Did Not Cause.

Intelligence Is Not Creative; Judgment Is Not Creative. If A Sculptor Is Nothing But Skill And Mind, His Hands Will Be Without Genius.

You Know You've Achieved Perfection In Design, Not When You Have Nothing More To Add, But When You Have Nothing More To Take Away.

If You Are To Be, You Must Begin By Assuming Responsibility. You Alone Are Responsible For Every Moment Of Your Life, For Every One Of Your Acts.

She Knew This Man's Smile, His Gentle Ways Of Love, But Not His Godlike Fury In The Storm. She Might Snare Him In A Fragile Net Of Music, Love And Flowers, But, At Each Departure, He Would Break Forth Without, It Seemed To Her, The Least Regret.

What Was My Body To Me? A Kind Of Flunkey In My Service. Let But My Anger Wax Hot, My Love Grow Exalted, My Hatred Collect In Me, And That Boasted Solidarity Between Me And My Body Was Gone.

A Chief Is A Man Who Assumes Responsibility. He Says 'i Was Beaten,' He Does Not Say 'my Men Were Beaten.'

He Had Taken Seriously Words Which Were Without Importance, And It Made Him Very Unhappy.

What Value Has Compassion That Does Not Take Its Object In Its Arms?

There Is No Hope Of Joy Except In Human Relations.

The Tree Is More Than First A Seed, Then A Stem, Then A Living Trunk, And Then Dead Timber. The Tree Is A Slow, Enduring Force Straining To Win The Sky.

For I Do Not Want Any One To Read My Book Carelessly. I Have Suffered Too Much Grief In Setting Down These Memories. Six Years Have Already Passed Since My Friend Went Away From Me, With His Sheep. If I Try To Describe Him Here, It Is To Make Sure That I Shall Not Forget Him. To Forget A Friend Is Sad. Not Every One Has Had A Friend. And If I Forget Him, I May Become Like The Grown-ups Who Are No Longer Interested In Anything But Figures.

You Are Beautiful, But You Are Empty,” He Went On. “one Could Not Die For You. To Be Sure, An Ordinary Passerby Would Think That My Rose Looked Just Like You--the Rose That Belongs To Me.

Each Man Carries Within Him The Soul Of A Poet Who Died Young.

The Strong Are Strengthened By Reverses; The Trouble Is That The True Meaning Of Events Scores Next To Nothing In The Match We Play With Men. Appearances Decide Our Gains Or Losses And The Points Are Trumpery. And A Mere Semblance Of Defeat May Hopelessly Checkmate Us.

The Only Things You Learn Are The Things You Tame

It Is As A Soldier That You Make Love And As A Lover That You Make War.

Trending Author

Theodore Dreiser

Marvin Hamlisch

Category