Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Antoine Marie Jean-Baptiste Roger, comte de Saint-Exupérywas a French writer, poet, aristocrat, journalist, and pioneering aviator. He became a laureate of several of France's highest literary awards and also won the U.S. National Book Award. He is best remembered for his novella The Little Princeand for his lyrical aviation writings, including Wind, Sand and Stars and Night Flight...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth29 June 1900
CityLyon, France
CountryFrance
…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…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
We live not by things, but by the meaning of things. It is needful to transmit the passwords from generation to generation.
Man is a knot into which relationships are tied.
The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.
What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step. It is always the same step, but you have to take it.
More wisdom is latent in things as they are than in all the words men use.
The important thing is to strive toward a goal which is not immediately visible. That goal is not the concern of the mind, but of the spirit.
Night, when words fade and things come alive.
The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.
On ne sait jamais! One never knows!
The dignity of the individual demands that he be not reduced to vassalage by the largesse of others.
'Men have forgotten this truth,' said the fox. 'But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.'
Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of the oak.
One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.