The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.
Antoine de Saint-ExuperyYou will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water.
Antoine de Saint-ExuperyNobody 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.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery