But the flower was not satisfied to complete the preparations for her beauty in the shelter of her green chamber. She chose her colors with the greatest care. She dressed herself slowly. She adjusted her petals one by one. She did not wish to go out into the world all rumpled, like the field poppies.

You know — one loves the sunset,... when one is so sad.

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

There is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day. But when it is a matter of baobabs, that always means a catastrophe. I knew a planet that was inhabited by a lazy man. He neglected three little bushes..."
⸺ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. The Little Prince

"Before they grow so big, the baobabs start out by being little."

be it a house, the stars or the desert, the source of their beauty cannot be seen!

The little prince blushed again. He never answered questions, but when one blushes, it means "yes" does it not?

Цветы слабые. И простодушные. И они стараются придать себе храбрости. Они думают - если у них есть шипы, их все боятся...