The stars are beautiful,because of a flower that cannot be seen.The house， the stars， the desert – what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible！
All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people.
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well…
I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose…
The fox fell silent and stared at the little prince for a long while."please…tame me!" he said.
Flowers are soinconsistent！ But I was too young to know how to love her…
It is the time you have wastered for your rose,that make her so important.
For she did not want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower…
My flower is ephemeral, and she has only four thorns to defend herself against the world. And I have left on my planet, all alone!
Men have not more time to understand anything. They buy things already made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eyes.
All grown-ups were once children.
Frustrating to crop and I don't have any related.
However, you have blond hair.
Wheat is golden yellow, it reminds me of you. I would like to listen to the wind catcher in...
You know — one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…
If someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself, "Somewhere, my flower is there…"
If someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself, “Somewhere, my flower is there…” But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened…
Well, I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies. It seems that they are very beautiful. And if not the butterflies-- and the caterpillars-- who will call upon me?