Words are the source of misunderstandings.

I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings.

Tu seras toujours mon ami. Tu auras envie de rire avec moi.

The grandeur of a profession is…above all, uniting men: there is only one true luxury, that of human relationships.

tu es noeud de relations et rien d’autre. Et tu existes par tes liens. Tes liens existent par toi. Le temple existe par chacune des pierres.(chapitre CLXXV)

A single radio post still heard him. The only link between him and the world was a wave of music, a minor modulation. Not a lament, no cry, yet purest of sounds that ever spoke...

Maybe those sailors will write bad poems, but the same men would have kept dull diaries, too. The problem has to do not with the evidence but with the witness. The point is not the...

People have forgotten this truth,” the fox said. “But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.

whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again…

Pourquoi nous haïr? Nous sommes solidaires, emportés par la même planête, équipage d’un même navire. Et s’il est bon que des civilisations s’opposent pour favoriser des synthèses nouvelles, il est monstrueux qu’elles s’entre-dévorent.Puisqu’il suffit, pour...

I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was,...

You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.

Toi, tu auras des étoiles comme personne n’en a … Quand tu regarderas le ciel, la nuit, puisque j’habiterai dans l’une d’elles, puisque je rirai dans l’une d’elles, alors ce sera pour toi comme si...

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are...

The only things you learn are the things you tame

All grown-ups were once children, although few of them remember it.

there is no growth except in the fulfillment of obligations

If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you...

il n’est ni sagesse, ni calcul, ni science de l’eau quand elle dissout les digues et engloutit les villes des hommes.(chapitre XV)

People where you live,” the little prince said, “grow five thousand roses in one garden… yet they don’t find what they’re looking for…They don’t find it,” I answered.And yet what they’re looking for could be...

All men have the stars,” he answered, “but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights...

La grandeur d’un métier est peut-être, avant tout, d’unir des hommes(Terre des Hommes, ch. II)

It’s hard luck always having to be a judge.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary...

If I am attempting to describe him, it is in order not to forget him. It is sad to forget a friend. Not every one has had a friend.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

Vivi muito tempo no mundo das pessoas grandes. Vi-as de bem perto.Não fiquei com muito melhor opinião delas.

But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you.

It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.

When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake,...

To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.

For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it’s not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to...

You are beautiful, but you are 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....

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...

Er is slechts één rijkdom en dat zijn de banden tussen de mensen onderling.Als we ons enkel en alleen inspannen voor materieel gewin, bouwen we onze eigen gevangenis. Dan veroordelen we onszelf tot eenzame opsluiting,...

Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.

The fox is answering the Little Prince’s question. What does that mean . . . tame? asks the Little Prince. Itmeans to establish ties. One only understands the things that one tames. Men have no...

I have no right to say or do anything that diminishes a man in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him but what he thinks of himself. Hurting a man...

It would have been better to come back at the same time of the day,’said the fox. ‘For instance, if you come at four in the afternoon, when three o’clock strikes I shall begin to...

l’espace de l’esprit, là où il peut ouvrir ses ailes, c’est le silence.(chapitre XXIII, dernière phrase)

Et maintenant, au coeur de la nuit comme un veilleur, il découvre que la nuit montre l’homme: ces appels, ces lumières, cette inquiétude. Cette simple étoile dans l’ombre: l’isolement d’une maison. L’une s’éteint: c’est une...

Je t’admire, dit le petit prince, en haussant un peu les épaules, mais en quoi cela peut-il bien t’intéresser?

Moi qui éprouve, comme chacun, le besoin d’être reconnu, je me sens pur en toi et vais à toi. J’ai besoin d’aller là où je suis pur. Ce ne sont point mes formules ni mes...

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...

La verite pour l’homme, c’est ce qui fait de lui un homme.

Voilà mon secret. Il est très simple: On ne voit bien qu’avec le coeur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.

A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.

How is it possible for one to own the stars?””To whom do they belong?” the businessman retorted, peevishly.”I don’t know. To nobody.

Then, as tonight, he had felt lonely, but soon had learnt the bounty of such loneliness. The music had breathed to him its message, to him alone amongst these ordinary folk, whispered its gentle secret....

A goal without a plan is just a wish.