"No grown up will ever understand."
"One runs the risk of weeping a little if one lets himself be tamed."
"The men where you live", said the little Prince" raise five thousand roses in the same garden -and they do not find in it what they are looking for."
"If someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grown in all the millions and millions of stars he can say to himself, `Somewhere my flower is there….`, but if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened."
"But the eyes are blind, one must look with the heart."
"And now here is me secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tames, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Others send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have the hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat…"
"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 embarrassed. `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 hundred of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I 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 even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose." |
