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“Todos los adultos fueron alguna vez niños….pero sólo algunos de ellos lo recuerdan.”
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“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 at at the sky! Then you will say to them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh!' And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you . . .”
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“Les vaniteux n'entendent jamais que les louanges.”
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“Des hommes qui ont vécu longtemps d'un grand amour, puis en furent privés, se lassent parfois de leur noblesse solitaire. Ils se rapprochent humblement de la vie, et, d'un amour médiocre, font leur bonheur. Ils ont trouvé doux d'abdiquer, de se faire serviles, et d'entrer dans la paix des choses. L'esclave fait son orgueil de la braise du maître.
(Terre des Hommes, ch. VI)”
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“Pourquoi nous haïr? Nous sommes solidaires, emportés par la même planête, équipage d'un même navire. Et s'il est bon que des civilisations s'opposent pour favoriser des synthèses nouvelles, il est monstrueux qu'elles s'entre-dévorent.
Puisqu'il suffit, pour nous délivrer, de nous aider à prendre conscience d'un but qui nous relie les uns aux autres, autant le chercher là où il nous unit tous.
(Terre des Hommes, ch. VIII)”
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“Nu cunoaștem decât ceea ce îmblânzim, zise vulpea. Oamenii nu mai au timp să cunoască nimic. Cumpără lucruri de-a gata, de la neguțători. Cum însă nu există neguțători de prieteni, oamenii nu mai au prieteni. Dacă vrei să ai un prieten, îmblânzește-mă!”
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“Non si vede bene che con il cuore. L'essenziale è invisibile agli occhi.”
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“Ciò che abbellisce il deserto», disse il piccolo principe, «è che nasconde un pozzo in qualche luogo..»”
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“C’est tellement mystérieux,le pays des larmes.»
«Les yeux sont aveugles.Il faut chercher avec le coeur. »
«Le coeur a desraison que la raison ne connait pas.»”
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“Seule compte la démarche. Car c'est elle qui dure et non le but qui n'est qu'une illusion du voyageur quand il marche de crête en crête comme si le but atteint avait un sens”
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“Et maintenant, au coeur de la nuit comme un veilleur, il découvre que la nuit montre l'homme: ces appels, ces lumières, cette inquiétude. Cette simple étoile dans l'ombre: l'isolement d'une maison. L'une s'éteint: c'est une maison qui se ferme sur son amour.”
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tags: adventure, adventuress, airplaine, amour, coeur, découverte, homme, inquiétude, l-homme, la-vie, life, maison, nuit, vie, vol-de-nuit, voo-nocturno

“Thus is the earth at once a desert and a paradise, rich in secret hidden gardens, gardens inaccessible, but to which the craft leads us ever back, one day or another.”
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“Ce n’est point la pauvreté qui valait aux émigrants ce léger dédain du personnel. Ce n’est point d’argent qu’ils manquaient, mais de densité. Ils n’étaient plus l’homme de telle maison, de tel ami, de telle responsabilité. Ils jouaient le rôle, mais ce n’était plus vrai. Personne n’avait besoin d’eux, personne ne s’apprêtait à faire appel à eux. Quelle merveille que ce télégramme qui vous bouscule, vous fait lever au milieu de la nuit, vous pousse vers la gare : « Accours ! J’ai besoin de toi ! » Nous nous découvrons vite des amis qui nous aident. Nous méritons lentement ceux qui exigent d’être aidés. Certes, mes revenants, personne ne les haïssait, personne ne les jalousait, personne ne les importunait. Mais personne ne les aimait du seul amour qui comptât. Je me disais : « ils seront pris, dès l’arrivée, dans les cocktails de bienvenue, les dîners de consolation. » Mais qui ébranlera leur porte en exigeant d’être reçu : « Ouvre ! C’est moi ! » Il faut allaiter longtemps un enfant avant qu’il exige. Il faut longtemps cultiver un ami avant qu’il réclame son dû d’amitié. Il faut s’être ruiné durant des générations à réparer le vieux château qui croule, pour apprendre à l’aimer.”
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“One day,' you said to me, 'I saw the sunset forty-four times!'
And a little later you added:
'You know- one loves the sunset, when one is sad..'
'Were you so sad, then?' I asked, 'on the day of the forty-four sunsets?'
But the little prince made no reply.”
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“If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad.”
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“But who will bang on their doors demanding entry?”
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“If some one 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!'
He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.”
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“Bir gün yolunuz Afrika'ya,çöle düşerse hatırlayabilmek için resme iyice bakın.Eğer geçerken buraya da uğramışsanız,acele etmeyin lütfen.Yıldızın altında biraz bekleyin.Eğer bir çocuk size doğru gelirse,gülüyorsa,altın sarısı saçları varsa,hele soru sorduğunuzda yanıt vermiyorsa,o olduğunu hemen anlayacaksınız.O zaman n'olur,böyle kederler içinde bırakmayın beni,geri döndüğünü yazın..”
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“The little prince, who was present at the first appearance of a huge bud, felt
at once that some sort of miraculous apparition must emerge from it. But
the flower was not satisfied to complete the preparations for her beauty in the
shelter of her green chamber. She chose her colours with the greatest care. She
adjusted her petals one by one. She did not wish to go out into the world all
rumpled, like the field poppies. It was only in the full radiance of her beauty
that she wished to appear. Oh, yes! She was a coquettish creature! And her
mysterious adornment lasted for days and days.”
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“Tendrás las estrellas como nadie las tiene. En una de ellas estaré viviendo. En otra estaré riendo. Entonces será como si todas las estrellas estén riendo cuando mires al cielo por la noche. Tú y solo tú tendrás estrellas que pueden reír”
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“Ah ! dit le renard… Je pleurerai.
– C’est ta faute, dit le petit prince, je ne te souhaitais point
de mal, mais tu as voulu que je t’apprivoise…
– Bien sûr, dit le renard.
– Mais tu vas pleurer ! dit le petit prince.
– Bien sûr, dit le renard.
– Alors tu n’y gagnes rien !
– J’y gagne, dit le renard, à cause de la couleur du blé.”
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“Children,” I say plainly, “watch out for the baobabs!”
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“And if not the butterflies– and the caterpillars– who will call upon me? You will
be far away. . . as for the large animals– I am not at all afraid of any of them. I
have my claws.”
And, navely, she showed her four thorns. Then she added:
“Don’t linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go!”
For she did not want him to see her crying. She was such a proud flower. . .”
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“Quand tu regarderas le ciel, la nuit, puisque j’habiterai dans l’une d’elles, puisque je rirai dans l’une d’elles, alors ce sera pour toi comme si riaient toutes les étoiles. Tu auras, toi, des étoiles qui savent rire.”
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“I should tolerate the closeness of 2-3 caterpillars, if I want to get to know butterflies”
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“I may be a little like the grown-ups. I must have grown old.”
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tags: childhood, growing-up, imagination, nostalgia, time

“But he came back to his idea.
'My life is very monotonous,' the fox said. 'I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. 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 . . .'
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.”
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“Et comme le désert n’offre aucune richesse tangible, comme il n’est rien à voir ni à entendre dans le désert, on est bien contraint de reconnaître, puisque la vie intérieure loin de s’y endormir s’y fortifie, que l’homme est animé d’abord par des sollicitations invisibles. L’homme est gouverné par l’Esprit. Je vaux, dans le désert, ce que valent mes divinités.”
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“You have chosen not to be perturbed by great problems, having trouble enough to forget your own fate as man. You are not the dweller upon an errant planet and do not ask yourself questions to which there are no answers. You are a petty bourgeois of Toulouse. Nobody grasped you by the shoulder while there was still time. Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the astronomer that possibly inhabited you in the beginning.”
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