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
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.
If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea
On a day of burial there is no perspective -- for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was -- to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving and whom you cannot detain.
Loving is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.
A pile of rocks ceases to be a rock when somebody contemplates it with the idea of a cathedral in mind.
If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.
It was the contemplation of God that created men who were equal, for it was in God that they were equal.
Love, like a carefully loaded ship, crosses the gulf between the generations.
Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas.
Defeat may prove to have been the only path to resurrection, despite its ugliness.
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant.