Quote : Le’Petite Prince

The lit­tle prince went away, to look again at the ros­es.
You’re not at all like my rose,” he said.
As yet you are noth­ing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one.
You’re like my fox when I first knew him.
He was only a fox like a hun­dred thou­sand oth­er fox­es.
But I have made a friend, and now he’s unique in all the world.”
And the ros­es were very much embar­rassed.
You’re beau­ti­ful, but you’re emp­ty,” he went on. One could not die for you.
To be sure, an ordi­nary passer­by would think that my rose looked just like you
–the rose that belongs to me. But in her­self alone she’s 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 for her that I’ve killed the cater­pil­lars
(except the two or three 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.”

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