"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence."
"* 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."
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Source: 'Terre des Hommes' ('Wind, Sand and Stars'). Book by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, translated by Lewis Galantière. Chapter I: The Craft, 1939.
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