| "Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret." The little prince went away, to look again at the roses. "You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world." And the roses were very much embarassed. "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. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose. And he went back to meet the fox. "Goodbye," he said. "Goodbye," said the fox. "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." "What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember. "It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important." "It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember. "Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . ." "I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember. |
| I've read the Little Prince for the first time at the age of 21 years old. I could see pictures, posters, pencils, books and many other things which was about it. At school, I've never heard talking about it. But I could see it was pretty popular. So one day, by curiosity, I've decided to read it. I found it good. And I was surprise to realize that many poeple of my age have never read that book as well. The little prince has been the first book describing in a more "deeper" way the philosophical secret on life. |
| If you can't find happiness, It may be because you are looking for it somewhere else, Somewhere else than at home, With your family and friends. You think others are happier. You look at them and they seem to live the life you would have like to have. However, you don't know what they are going through, What kind of life they are living, You don't live in their home. You forget that everybody else has their own problems, And maybe you wouldn't like living their life. How can you enjoy life, If your heart is full of envy, If you don't love yourself, If you can't accept yourself? The biggest obstacle of happiness, is, I think, Dreaming about a better life. We have to learn to take happiness bit by nit. We shouldn't look for happiness in our memory, We shouldn't look for happiness in the future. Happiness is in the present. It's in the present and it'S waiting for us. In the morning, when you wake up, And you look at yourself in the mirror, But you don't like what what you see, Please, don't break the mirror. You'll have to change yourself, the way you look at yourself. ~The secret of happiness is having someone to love and something to hope for.~ |
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| M r . H a p p i n e s s , w h e r e a r e y o u ? |
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| Mr. Happiness, where are you? |