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

C’est tellement mystérieux, le pays des larmes.

Supposing I know of a flower that is absolutely unique, that is nowhere to be found except on my planet, and any minute that flower could accidentally be eaten up by a little lamb, isn’t...

Yo me pregunto si las estrellas están encendidas para que cada cual pueda un día encontrar la suya.

if a sheep eats bushes does it eat flowers too?a sheep eats whatever it findseven a flower with thorn?even a flower with thorns.then what’s the good of thorns?

Look, words are like the air: they belong to everybody. Words are not the problem; it’s the tone, the context, where those words are aimed, and in whose company they are uttered. Of course murderers...

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them

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.

Men haveno more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at theshops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and somen have no friends any more. If you...