It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
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.
You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.
The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.
You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? They ask: How old is he? How many brothers does he have? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? Only then do they think they know him.
Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.
What a queer planet! he thought. It is altogether dry, and altogether pointed, and altogether harsh and forbidding. And the people have no imagination. They repeat whatever one says to them […] On my planet, I had a flower; she always was the first to speak…
It’s a question of discipline, the little prince told me later on. When you’ve finished washing and dressing each morning, you must tend your planet.
The one thing I love most in this world is seeing my flower blooming.
I am responsible for my rose, the little prince repeated.
You are responsible for your rose, the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
You understand… It is too far. I cannot carry this body with me. It is too heavy.
The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.
Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.
But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything, but they are never wrong.
What does that mean — ‘tame’?
It means to establish ties.
When you’ve finished getting yourself ready in the morning, you must go get your planet ready as well.
No one is ever satisfied where he is.
You must be very patient.
Try to be happy.
You’re beautiful, but you’re empty… 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.
Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me…
Well, I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.
I ought not to have listened to her, he confided to me one day. One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace.
The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen.
In those days, I didn’t understand anything. I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words. She perfumed my planet and lit up my life. I should never have run away! I ought to have realized the tenderness underlying her silly pretensions. Flowers are so contradictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.
I don’t need you anymore…But she would pretend to be suffering terribly as she pretended to eat her one victim. Because, for the fox, the boy remains forever unique among all the others in the world-the only child she has ever tamed.
It is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom.
I ought to have never run away from her… I ought to have guessed at the tenderness behind her poor ruses. Flowers are so contradictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.
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.
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 gotten to be my rose.
What makes the desert beautiful,’ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well…
If someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the 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… And you think that is not important!
But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.
If you tame me, then we shall need each other.
I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.
The house, the stars, the desert — what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!
Because of the color of the wheat … the little prince said. Go on. Well, I don’t know . . . the little prince replied. It’s not bread to look at . . . but it’s bread all the same . . . and maybe I’ve got to have my body a little.
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