Voici mon secret. Il est trs simple on ne voit bien quavec le cur. Lessentiel est invisible pour les yeux.

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent But I was too young to know how to love her...

Please-tame me he said.I want to very much the little prince replied. But I have not much time. I have friends to discover and a great many things to understand.One only understands the things that one tames said the fox. Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend tame me.What must I do to tame you asked the little prince.You must be very patient replied the fox. First you will sit down at a little distance from me-like that-in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me every day...

I am beginning to understand said the little prince. There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me...

When someone blushes doesnt that mean yes

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

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

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...

Of course Ill hurt you. Of course youll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence means accepting the risk of absence.

Youre beautiful but youre empty...One couldnt die for you. Of course an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose all on her own is more important than all of you together since shes the one Ive watered. Since shes the one I put under glass since shes the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since shes the one for whom I killed the caterpillars except the two or three butterflies. Since shes the one I listened to when she complained or when she boasted or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since shes my rose.