The Little Prince is written by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


Here are some favorite quotes from "The Little Prince" book.


Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
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Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?” Instead, they demand: “How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
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If you were to say to the grown-ups: “I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof,” they would not be able to get an idea of that house at all. You have to say to them: “I saw a house that cost $20,000.” Then they would exclaim: “Oh, what a pretty house that is!”
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To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures…
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“I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He had never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures.”
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It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

To conceited men, all other men are admirers.

But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.
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“Why are you drinking?” demanded the little prince.
“So that I may forget,” replied the tippler.
“Forget what?” inquired the little prince, who already felt sorry for him.
“Forget that I am ashamed,” the tippler confessed, hanging his head.
“Ashamed of what?” insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him.
“Ashamed of drinking!”
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“When he lights his street lamp, it is as if he brought one more star to life, or one flower. When he puts out his lamp, he sends the flower, or the star, to sleep. That is a beautiful occupation. And since it is beautiful, it is truly useful.”
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“Nevertheless he is the only one of them all who does not seem to me ridiculous. Perhaps that is because he is thinking of something else besides himself.”
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What the little prince did not dare confess was that he was sorry most of all to leave this planet, because it was blessed every day with 1440 sunsets!
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All humanity could be piled up on a small Pacific islet.
The grown-ups, to be sure, will not believe you when you tell them that. They imagine that they fill a great deal of space. They fancy themselves as important as the baobabs. You should advise them, then, to make their own calculations. They adore figures, and that will please them.
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“You move me to pity--you are so weak on this Earth made of granite,”
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The flower had once seen a caravan passing.
“Men?” she echoed. “I think there are six or seven of them in existence. I saw them, several years ago. But one never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their lives very difficult.”
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“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, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees--and one of them perhaps extinct forever… That doesn’t make me a very great prince…”
And he lay down in the grass and cried.
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“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…”
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“If you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life.”
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“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “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.”
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“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
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“Only the children know what they are looking for,” said the little prince. “They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry…”
“They are lucky,” the switchman said.
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“What makes the desert beautiful,” said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well…”
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And as I gave it to him my heart was torn.
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"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 in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all the stars are silent. You--you alone--will have the stars as no one else has them--"
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“I shall look as if I were suffering. I shall look a little as if I were dying. It is like that. Do not come to see that. It is not worth the trouble…”
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He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound, because of the sand.
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Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.
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2 comments:

Mili said...

cool , i am re-reading it now...I like the quote with Everyone has his own flower and that you must expect from the other what the other can give, not more!

Super super post!!

Valea lui Ion said...

"Micul Print" e printre altele, cartea mea de capatai, "mon livre de chevet"... De ce imbatraneste si sufletul oamenilor, cand ar putea ramane pur tanar, daca ne aducem aminte de secventa cu sarpele boa "ascuns" in desenul unei palarii, desen neinteles de catre cei mari (les grandes personnes)? De ce nu ar imbatrani doar partea fizica a oamenilor? De ce omenirea e atat de flamanda, de afectata de criza mondiala, cand Micul Print traia linistit, pe mica sa planeta? Recomand celor interesati sa vizioneze si ecranizarea dupa romanul "Micul Print", din motive de politica a drepturilor de autor, publicitate nu as indrazni sa ofer un link spre un magazin unde sa cumparati acest film, sper sa va descurcati... :) Promit sa revin cu noi lucruri despre Micul Print, care e suparat pe noi, ca nu ne ajunge o asa mare Planeta, cum e Pamantul! :)