What is essential is invisible to the eye. Only with the heart can you see rightly. - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

What is essential is invisible to the eye

Adiós — le dijo a la flor. Pero esta no respondió. — Adiós — repitió el principito.
La flor tosió, pero no porque estuviera resfriada. — He sido una tonta — le dijo al fin la flor — . Perdóname. Procura ser feliz..
Se sorprendió por la ausencia de reproches y quedó desconcertado, con el fanal en el aire, no comprendiendo esta tranquila mansedumbre. — Sí, yo te quiero — le dijo la flor — , ha sido culpa mía que tú no lo sepas; pero eso no tiene importancia. Y tú has sido tan tonto como yo. Trata de ser feliz... — Y no prolongues más tu despedida. Puesto que has decidido partir, vete de una vez. La flor no quería que la viese llorar: era una flor tan orgullosa...

Por supuesto que te haré daño. Por supuesto que me harás daño. Por supuesto que nos haremos daño el uno al otro. Pero esta es la condición misma de la existencia. Para llegar a ser primavera, significa aceptar el riesgo de invierno. Para llegar a ser presencia, significa aceptar el riesgo de la ausencia.

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 man. You are not the dweller upon an errant planet and do not ask yourself questions to which there are no answers. You are a petty bourgeois of Toulouse. 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. The squall has ceased to be a cause of my complaint. 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 stars.