Antoine De Saint-Exupéry Quotes

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.

A goal without a plan is just a wish.

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

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

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.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.

Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit.

No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.

That is the hardest thing of all. It is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself, it's because you're truly a wise man.

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

Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.

Even though human life may be the most precious thing on earth, we always behave as if there were something of higher value than human life.

Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known.

The only things you learn are the things you tame

Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.

If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is!

I shall never again admire a merely brave man.

I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.

When someone blushes, doesn't that mean 'yes'?

The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.

And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.

No one is ever satisfied where he is.

I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

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

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

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

Words are the source of misunderstandings.

My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens...they will all be your friends."-the little prince

That will be so amusing! You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water...

If you love a flower which happens to be on a star, it is sweet at night to gaze at the sky. All the stars are a riot of flowers.

You - you alone will have the stars as no one else has them...

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.

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?

If you come at four in the afternoon, I'll begin to be happy by three.

If you are to be, you must begin by assuming responsibility.

Alone within the vast tribunal that is the stormy sky, the pilot is in contention for his mailbags with three elemental divinities: mountain, sea and storm.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams...

All the stars are a riot of flowers.

He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound..

Grown-ups love figures. When you talk to them about a new friend, they never ask questions about essential matters.

But the vain man did not hear him. Vain men never hear anything but praise.

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.

Experiences teaches us that to love is not to gaze at one another but to gaze together in the same direction.

If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers...

You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad...""Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"But the little prince made no reply.

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 despair.

Flowers are so inconsistent!

Love consists of not looking each other in the eye, but of looking outwardly in the same direction.

And if not for the caterpillars and butterflies, who will I talk to? You'll be far away. And as for larger creatures, I'm not afraid. I have my thorns...to protect me.