Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Quotes

Where are the men?” the little prince at last took up the conversation
again. “It is a little lonely in the desert. . . ”
“It is also lonely among men,” the snake said.

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.

"All men have the stars," he answered, "but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travellers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all the stars are silent. You — you alone — will have the stars as no one else has them — "

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.

كنت أود الإتصال. أعرف أني لا أجيد الحديث في الهاتف, وأني كمت سأقول (آلو..آلو..) لكي أتمالك نفسي. من المحزن أن يكون المرء اخرساً

Nu cunoaștem decât ceea ce îmblânzim, zise vulpea. Oamenii nu mai au timp să cunoască nimic. Cumpără lucruri de-a gata, de la neguțători. Cum însă nu există neguțători de prieteni, oamenii nu mai au prieteni. Dacă vrei să ai un prieten, îmblânzește-mă!

Old friends cannot be created out of hand. Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of the oak.

What a space between men their spiritual natures create! A girl’s reverie isolates her from me, and how shall I enter it? What can one know of a girl that passes, slow steps homeward, out of thoughts, she can form an empire, locked up in her language, in the singing echoes of her memory. Born yesterday of the volcanoes, of greenswards, of brine of the sea, she walks here already half divine.

Words are the source of misunderstandings.

I have nothing to complain of. For three days I have tramped the desert, have known the pangs of thirst, have followed false scents in the sand, have pinned my faith on the dew. I have struggled to rejoin my kind, whose very existence on earth I had forgotten. These are the cares of men alive in every fibre, and I cannot help thinking them more important than the fretful choosing of a night-club in which to spend the evening. Compare the one life with the other, and all things considered this is luxury! I have no regrets. I have gambled and lost. It was all in the day's work. At least I have had the unforgettable taste of the sea on my lips.

I am not talking about living dangerously. Such words are meaningless to me. The toreador does not stir me to enthusiasm. It is not danger I love. I know what I love. It is life.

It's all a great mystery...Look up at the sky and you'll see how everything changes

Bien sûr je te ferai mal. Bien sûr tu me feras mal. Bien sûr nous aurons mal. Mais ça, c’est la condition de l’existence. Se faire printemps, c’est prendre le risque de l’hiver. Se faire présent, c’est prendre le risque de l’absence… C’est à mon risque de peine que je connais ma joie.

And the little prince said to the man, 'Grownups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always explaining things to them.

The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.

Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.