"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."
"Nobody grasped you by the shoulder while there was still time. Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the asronomer that possibly inhabited you in the beginning."
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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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