Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery


laughingwolf said...

the little prince... one of my alltime fave reads :)

Trish said...

I love this quote.