All Quotes by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
“You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water...”
“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.”
“What makes the desert beautiful,' said the little prince, 'is that somewhere it hides a well...”
“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...”
“And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me.”
“No one is ever satisfied where he is.”
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
“I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.”
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
“A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.”
“And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me.”
“But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you.”
“Behind all seen things lies something vaster; everything is but a path, a portal or a window opening on something other than iteself. ”
“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.”
“I looked about me. Luminous points glowed in the darkness. Cigarettes punctuated the humble meditations of worn old clerks. I heard them talking to one another in murmurs and whispers. They talked about illness, money, shabby domestic cares. And suddenly I had a vision of the face of destiny. Old bureaucrat, my comrade, it is not you who are to blame. No one ever helped you to escape. You, like a termite, built your peace by blocking up with cement every chink and cranny through which the light might pierce. You rolled yourself up into a ball in your genteel security, in routine, in the stifling conventions of provincial life, raising a modest rampart against the winds and the tides and the stars. You have chosen not to be perturbed by great problems, having trouble enough to forget your own fate as a man. You are not the dweller upon an errant planet and do not ask yourself questions to which there are no answers. Nobody grasped you by the shoulder while there was still time. Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the astronomer that possibly inhabited you in the beginning.”
“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.”
“What makes the desert beautiful,' said the little prince, 'is that somewhere it hides a well...”
“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...”
“The house, the stars, the desert -- what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!”