When you tame someone they become unique to you in all the world
Nothing comes of severity if there be no leanings towards a change of heart. And if there be natural leanings towards a change of heart, what need for severity?
How desperately difficult it is to be honest with oneself. It is much easier to be honest with other people.What is true is invisible to the eye. It is only with the heart that one can see clearly.
Where I live, everything is very small.
It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said the fox. “If, for example, you came at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o’clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . .
You do not explain the tree by telling of the water it has drunk, the minerals it has absorbed, and the sunlight that strengthened it.
Perhaps creativity is fumbling that dance step, or driving the chisel the wrong way into the stone.
He sat down. I sat down next to him. And after a silence, he spoke again. 'The stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see...' I answered, 'Yes, of course.
He who bears in his heart a cathedral to be built is already victorious. He who seeks to become sexton of a finished cathedral is already defeated.
But games always cover something deep and intense, else there would be no excitement in them, no pleasure, no power to stir us.
It is the duty of the ship's captain to make port, cost what it may.
What did I care about my hammer, about my bolt, about thirst or death? There was, on one star, on one planet, on mine, the Earth, a little prince to be consoled! I took him in my arms. I rocked him. I told him, 'The flower you love is not in danger...I'll draw you a muzzle for your sheep...I'll draw you a fence for your flower...I' I didn't know what to say. How clumsy I felt! I didn't know how to reach him, where to find him...It's so mysterious, the land of tears.
Only the children know what they are looking for.
What torments me is not the humps nor hollows nor the ugliness. It is the sight, a little bit in all these men, of Mozart murdered.
You become responsible for a long time for what you've tamed.
What sets men at variance is but the treachery of language, for always they desire the same things.
Vain is the hope of finding pleasure in that which one has hitherto disdained; as when the warrior hopes to find pleasure in the joys of the sedentaries.
It is the savor of bread broken with comrades that makes us accept the values of war.
When faith burns itself out, 'tis God who dies and thenceforth proves unavailing.
Trying to be witty leads to lying, more or less.
Good taste" is a virtue of the keepers of museums. If you scorn bad taste, you will have neither painting nor dancing, neither palaces nor gardens.
Prison is not a mere physical horror. It is using a pickaxe to no purpose that makes a prison.
I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.
Of what worth are convictions that bring not suffering?
It's hard luck always having to be a judge.
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