Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry Quotes
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A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
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“What are you going to do?,' he asked me. Me? Nothing. Something has just been broken inside me; you yourself will never be able to repair it.
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Nothing belongs more fully to an artist than his creation - even if you give him your youth, your money, your love, your courage, nothing belongs to you.
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I get all tangled up in your ribbons.
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I'm never sick when you are well.
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The most terrible dramas are those veiled in mystery.
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“I will be your friend,' I said. 'I will go home to my mother's house the way I did when I skinned my knees as a little girl. I'll go and let myself be consoled by my roses, my palm trees, my enormous volcanoes in San Salvador. When you are old, maybe you'll come and see me someday.
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I loved him, but I also realized how calm my life was without him.
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... the human body is much stronger than we think. It seems to laugh at the cobwebs of despair that the heart weaves before our eyes in order to blind us to our fate. The body walks and goes on walking.
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The two of us could form a new kind of union; we could be free together.
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I have a very precise memory of the local train, the hot bricks and copper boxes filled with boiling water to warm us up. Someone in another compartment was playing the guitar. To the rhythm of the train's rocking movement, I heard the chorus "Porque yo to quiero, porque yo to quiero," and I traveled toward my Tonio telling myself, "Because I love you ... because I love you.
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Your path lies across the stars.
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I have to leave, leave, leave ...
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I love you because you're a child and you're scared.' You're going to hurt me in the end. You're quite mad.
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Since you left, Leon, the valet, is always drunk, the rice is undercooked, and my underwear is being stolen. I will come to get you and marry you in any country in the world and you'll arrange a lovely room for me, but without a cask with a golden spigot, because that's been stolen, too. I'm not writing anymore. I'm making my mother cry because I'm in despair. Our separation is driving me mad.
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I have yet to meet a man who has seen my true stars.