As an only child, all I wanted always was and is…“True friend——not
someone just like you. But someone who isn’t you- but about whom you
care as much as you are about yourself. The sorrows of a true friend are
your sorrows, their joys are yours. It makes you vulnerable-should
anything befall this person. But it is hugely strengthening,too. You are
relieved from the too small orbit of your own thoughts and worries, you
expand into the life of another, together you become
larger,cleverer,more resilient, more fair-minded(also luckier).You share
virtues and cancel out each other’s defeats. Friendship teaches us what
we ought to be. It is, quite literally, the best part of life.”
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.
Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love
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.
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.
Men have not more time to understand anything. They buy things
already made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one
can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more.
You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To
be sure, an ordinary passer —— by would think that my rose looked
just like you —— the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone
she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses:
because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have
put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered
behind the screen; because it is she that I have killed the
caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become
butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she
grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing.
Because she is my rose.
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
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so
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…
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.
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 shine
through his whole being like the flame of a lamp, even when he is
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…
If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at
the sky at night. All the stars are abloom with flowers…
My star will be just one of the stars, for you. And so you will love
to watch all the stars in the heavens… They will be your friends.
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!”
I cannot carry this body with me. It is too heavy. But it will be
like an old abandoned shell. There is nothing sad about old shells…
All the stars will be wells with a rusty pulley. All the stars will
pour out fresh water for me to drink… That will be so amusing! You
will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five
hundred million springs of fresh water…
You know —— my flower… I am responsible for her. And she is so weak!
She is so naïve! She has four thorns, of no use at all, to protect
herself against the world…there now —— that is all…