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The little Prince and his philosophy
One of the most famous and most beloved works of the XX century — "the Little Prince" was written shortly before the author's death. This is not childish adult fairy tale Exupery invested his childhood memories and deeply personal experiences and love for human.
With each need to ask what he can give. First of all the power must be reasonable.
Lamps should be protected: a gust of wind can extinguish it.
Trying to cover the world today, we draw from the dictionary of our world yesterday. And it seems like in the past life was sozvuchie human nature, but it is just because she sozvuchie our language.
Boredom is when you crave to see something I don't know why... It exists, is unknown and desired, but it is not to Express the word.
When you give yourself to tame, then it happens and cry.
Each person has their own star.
There is a rule. Got up the next morning, washed, brought himself up — and immediately set in order their planet.
Only the children know what they are looking for. They give the whole soul of a rag doll and it becomes very important to them, and if it is taken from them, they cry.
Land helps us understand ourselves as no help, no books. For the earth resists us.
Perfection is achieved not when there is nothing to add, but when nothing can take away.
Planting oak, it is ridiculous to dream that will soon find shelter in his shadow.
Working only for the sake of wealth, we will build a prison.
All our wealth is dust and ashes, they are powerless to deliver us something worth living for.
Man knows himself in the struggle with obstacles.
Salvation is to make the first move. Another step. With him it all starts again.
To be human means to feel that you're responsible for everything.
Old friends hastily not create.
What is the use of political doctrines, which promise a flourishing person, if we do not know in advance what type of a person they will grow?
The human Kingdom is within us
Calling helps to release a man — but have yet to man could give vent to his calling.
The truth of man is what makes him human.
You can befuddle the Germans arrogance from the fact that they — the Germans and compatriots of Beethoven. So you can turn the head and the last sweeps. And it's much easier than the chimney sweep to Wake Beethoven.
With the death of every person dying unknown to the world.
Love is not about staring at each other, love is looking together in the same direction.
Truth is not something provable, truth is easy.
All of us who vaguely who clearly — perceived: to awaken to life. But how many offer false paths.
Who have lived with a consuming love, then lost it, sometimes gets tired of his noble loneliness. And, humbly coming back to life, finds happiness in the most ordinary affection.
Truth does not lie on the surface.
From that hour, how weapons become a plane, and mustard gas, the war became simply a massacre.
Victory goes to the one who rots last. And both of them are rotting away.
In our world all live gravitates to similar, even flowers, wobbling in the wind, mixed with other colors, the Swan is familiar to all swans, and only people closes alone.
What gives meaning to life, gives meaning and death.
When we consider its role on the ground, let the humble, then only we will be happy.
Maybe it is and beautiful to die, to conquer new lands, but modern war destroys all that for what it is though.
Too many people in the world, whom no one has helped to awaken.
Well, when the dispute between the different civilizations and creating something new, more perfect, but monstrous when they devour each other.
At the appointed hour life falls apart as a pod, giving grain.
Animal and in old age retains the elegance. Why is it so disfigured the noble clay that fashioned man?
Painfully not this amorphous ugliness of human clay. But each of these people may be murdered Mozart.
Only one Spirit, referring to the clay, creates her Human.
A real woman and a Real man. It's simple.
We are NOT taught to be happy
Why should we hate each other? We are all at the same time, carry out the same planet, we are a team of one ship.
Of molten lava, out of dough, which made stars of the miraculously born of a living cell came out, we humans, and rose higher and higher, step by step, and here we are writing cantatas and measure the constellation.published
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With each need to ask what he can give. First of all the power must be reasonable.
Lamps should be protected: a gust of wind can extinguish it.
Trying to cover the world today, we draw from the dictionary of our world yesterday. And it seems like in the past life was sozvuchie human nature, but it is just because she sozvuchie our language.
Boredom is when you crave to see something I don't know why... It exists, is unknown and desired, but it is not to Express the word.
When you give yourself to tame, then it happens and cry.
Each person has their own star.
There is a rule. Got up the next morning, washed, brought himself up — and immediately set in order their planet.
Only the children know what they are looking for. They give the whole soul of a rag doll and it becomes very important to them, and if it is taken from them, they cry.
Land helps us understand ourselves as no help, no books. For the earth resists us.
Perfection is achieved not when there is nothing to add, but when nothing can take away.
Planting oak, it is ridiculous to dream that will soon find shelter in his shadow.
Working only for the sake of wealth, we will build a prison.
All our wealth is dust and ashes, they are powerless to deliver us something worth living for.
Man knows himself in the struggle with obstacles.
Salvation is to make the first move. Another step. With him it all starts again.
To be human means to feel that you're responsible for everything.
Old friends hastily not create.
What is the use of political doctrines, which promise a flourishing person, if we do not know in advance what type of a person they will grow?
The human Kingdom is within us
Calling helps to release a man — but have yet to man could give vent to his calling.
The truth of man is what makes him human.
You can befuddle the Germans arrogance from the fact that they — the Germans and compatriots of Beethoven. So you can turn the head and the last sweeps. And it's much easier than the chimney sweep to Wake Beethoven.
With the death of every person dying unknown to the world.
Love is not about staring at each other, love is looking together in the same direction.
Truth is not something provable, truth is easy.
All of us who vaguely who clearly — perceived: to awaken to life. But how many offer false paths.
Who have lived with a consuming love, then lost it, sometimes gets tired of his noble loneliness. And, humbly coming back to life, finds happiness in the most ordinary affection.
Truth does not lie on the surface.
From that hour, how weapons become a plane, and mustard gas, the war became simply a massacre.
Victory goes to the one who rots last. And both of them are rotting away.
In our world all live gravitates to similar, even flowers, wobbling in the wind, mixed with other colors, the Swan is familiar to all swans, and only people closes alone.
What gives meaning to life, gives meaning and death.
When we consider its role on the ground, let the humble, then only we will be happy.
Maybe it is and beautiful to die, to conquer new lands, but modern war destroys all that for what it is though.
Too many people in the world, whom no one has helped to awaken.
Well, when the dispute between the different civilizations and creating something new, more perfect, but monstrous when they devour each other.
At the appointed hour life falls apart as a pod, giving grain.
Animal and in old age retains the elegance. Why is it so disfigured the noble clay that fashioned man?
Painfully not this amorphous ugliness of human clay. But each of these people may be murdered Mozart.
Only one Spirit, referring to the clay, creates her Human.
A real woman and a Real man. It's simple.
We are NOT taught to be happy
Why should we hate each other? We are all at the same time, carry out the same planet, we are a team of one ship.
Of molten lava, out of dough, which made stars of the miraculously born of a living cell came out, we humans, and rose higher and higher, step by step, and here we are writing cantatas and measure the constellation.published
Source: interesnoznat.com/interesno/23725.html
