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?" But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened? And you think that is not important!
Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her?
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!
His flower had told him that she was only one of her kind in all universe. And here were five thousand of them, all alike, in one single garden!
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?
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.
The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat.
It is your own fault, I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you... but now you are going to cry! Then it has done you no good at all!
It has done me good, because of the color of the wheat fields. Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world.
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 eyes.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
Men have forgotten this truth. But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose?
Only the children know what they are looking for. 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?
As for me, if I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked, I should walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water.
The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen.
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well?
The house, the stars, the desert – what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!
What moves me so deeply, about this little prince who is sleeping here, is his loyalty to a flower – the image of a rose that shin
e through his whole being like the flame of a lamp, even when he is asleep?
The men where you live, raise five thousand roses in the same garden – and they do not find in it what they are looking for. And yet what they are looking for could be found in one single rose, or in a little water. But eyes are blind. One must look with the heart?
All men have the stars, 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 these stars are silent. You – you alone – will have the stars as no one else has them?
In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night? You – only you – will have stars that can laugh?
And when your sorrow is comforted time soothes all sorrows you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure? And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, "Yes, the stars always make me laugh!"
And no grown-ups will ever understand that this is a matter of so much importance!