Antoine de Saint-Exupery Love Quotations

Once we are bound together to our brothers by a common good that is outside us, then we can breathe. Experience teaches us that love is not to gaze at one another but to gaze in the same direction. There is no comradeship except through unity on the same rope, climbing towards the same peak.

It is the missed opportunity that counts, and in a love that vainly yearns from behind prison bars you have perchance the love supreme.

It is as a soldier that you make love and as a lover that you make war.

What did I care about my hammer, about my bolt, about thirst or death? There was, on one star, on one planet, on mine, the Earth, a little prince to be consoled! I took him in my arms. I rocked him. I told him, 'The flower you love is not in danger...I'll draw you a muzzle for your sheep...I'll draw you a fence for your flower...I' I didn't know what to say. How clumsy I felt! I didn't know how to reach him, where to find him...It's so mysterious, the land of tears.

The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.

To love is not to look at one another: it is to look, together, in the same direction.

True love is visible not to the eyes but to the heart, for eyes may be deceived....

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.

Whoever loves above all the approach of love will never know the joy of attaining it.

I was too young to know how to love her.

Only he can understand what a farm is, what a country is, who shall have sacrificed part of himself to his farm or country, fought to save it, struggled to make it beautiful. Only then will the love of farm or country fill his heart.

What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.

Aimer, ce n'est point nous regarder l'un l'autre, mais regarder ensemble dans la meme direction. English Translation: To love is not to look at each other, But to look together in the same direction.

Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

* if someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows, in all the millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

Of course, I love you,' the flower said to him. 'If you were not aware of it, it was my fault.

For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow.

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

Real love begins where nothing is expected in return.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.

True love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have.

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 the eye.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Loving is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.

Love is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.

The friend within the man is that part of him which belongs to you and opens to you a door which never, perhaps, is opened to another. Such a friend is true, and all he says is true; and he loves you even if he hates you in other mansions of his heart.

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.