You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.PetsAntoine de Saint-Exupéry in The Little Prince
You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.SunsetAntoine de Saint-Exupéry in The Little Prince
I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.ButterfliesAntoine de Saint-Exupéry in The Little Prince
Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.Children & ChildhoodAntoine de Saint-Exupéry in The Little Prince
"What makes the desert beautiful," said the little prince, "is that somewhere it hides a well."Profoundness, DesertsAntoine de Saint-Exupéry in The Little Prince
All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.Children & Childhood, Birthday, AgeAntoine de Saint-Exupéry in The Little Prince
It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears!Crying & TearsAntoine de Saint-Exupéry in The Little Prince
Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them you've made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters.
They never say to you "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?"
Instead they demand "How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?" Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.Values, RosesAntoine de Saint-Exupéry in The Little Prince
If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea.Desire, Ocean, ShipsAntoine de Saint-Exupéry in Die Stadt in der Wüste
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.Love, Weddings, Valentine's DayAntoine de Saint-Exupéry
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye.
I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up. I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children– although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication:
To Leon Werth
When he was a little boy