Antoine de Saint-Exupery Quotes

Many of my old friends are gone now. I have a hard time dealing with the fact that they're just not there to talk to. I can't call them up for a rabbit-skin glue recipe anymore.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I'm so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don't have the guts to take their names out of the book.

Now, I'm the only living member of that group. There was the six of us originally and they're now all gone.

I remember way back when I was young, 10 years ago.

Well, most grown-ups forget what it was like to be a kid. I vowed that I would never forget.

Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now?

I've met people who are baffled by children, as though they were never children themselves.

I don't know how it would play out it the long run, if I were go to series with the story, I don't know. I just miss Peter so much on a personal level, that's about what I can say. He's my buddy and I wish he were around.

I suppose you always look back at how easier things were being young. There's always a shame that you're not as naive as you were.

When we grow up, we tend to forget our first crush, first love, as we move along. Only when you see something on TV or hear someone say something do you go back to those moments.

Free - I miss that band, but when I look back, we were very young.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.

I know that something dies when i give up my books, and that my memory keeps going back to them with mournful nostalgia.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten.

Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by this wintry wind Shall never don again its green array. Chapel and fireside, country road and bay, Have something of their friendliness resigned; Another, if I would, I could not find, And I am grown much older in a day. But yet I treasure in my memory Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease, And the dear honour of your amity; For these once mine, my life is rich with these. And I scarce know which part may greater be,-- What I keep of you, or you rob from me.

Since I met him ten years ago there hasn't been a day that I didn't think of George Burns. And I didn't think of him again today.

We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever.

I was never good at hide and seek because I'd always make enough noise so my friends would be sure to find me. I don't have anyone to play those games with any more, but now and then I make enough noise just in case someone is still looking and hasn't found me yet.

Sometimes friends do go from us-it will happen more and more as you grow up, Chugg. But if you really love your friends, they're never really gone. Somewhere they're watching over you and they're always there inside your heart. -Martin

I have a beautiful address book a friend gave me in 1966. I literally cannot open it again. Ever. It sits on the shelf with over a hundred names crossed out. What is there to say? There are no words. I'll never understand why it happened to us.

John and I would go and have a couple of quiet beers, just to sit down and chew the fat. And he'd talk about Cynthia and how much he missed her