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. Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry More Quotes by Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry More Quotes From Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry I have yet to meet a man who has seen my true stars. Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry stars men I loved him, but I also realized how calm my life was without him. Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry calm 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. Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry broken-inside able broken I get all tangled up in your ribbons. Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry ribbons tangled Your path lies across the stars. Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry stars path lying I look sad because I don't have the courage to escape from you. And I think I don't want to understand the truth: for you, I am nothing but a dream. You like to play with life, you're not afraid of anything, not even of me. But I want you to know that I am not an object or a doll: I don't change faces on command, I like to sit down every day in the same place, on my own chair, and I know that you, you like to leave, to go to a new place every day. Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry dream play thinking ... 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. Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry fate eye heart The two of us could form a new kind of union; we could be free together. Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry unions together two I'm never sick when you are well. Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry wells sick 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. Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry hurt love-you children 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. Consuelo de Saint-Exupéry girl mother home
