You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you — - t… - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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.

You're beautiful, but you're empty. No one could die for you.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty", he went on. "One could not die for you."

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.

You are beautiful, but you are empty

You’re beautiful, but you’re empty.

You're lovely but you're empty,' he went on. 'One couldn't die for you

You are beautiful but you are empty. One could not die for you

You're beautiful, but you're empty...One couldn't die for you.

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...

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something molded. These prison walls that this age of trade has built up round us, we can break down. We can still run free, call to our comrades, and marvel to hear once more, in response to our call, the impassioned chant of the human voice.

Grown ups never understood anything by themselves. And it is rather tedious to have to explain things to them time and again