A Quote by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

One day, I watched the sun setting forty-four times......You know...when one is so terribly sad, one loves sunsets. — © Antoine de Saint-Exupery
One day, I watched the sun setting forty-four times......You know...when one is so terribly sad, one loves sunsets.
One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!" And a little later you added: "You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..." "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply.
The Little House was very happy as she sat on the hill and watched the countryside around her. She watched the sun rise in the morning and she watched the sun set in the evening. Day followed day, each one a little different from the one before . . . but the Little House stayed just the same.
I don't know what you could say about a day in which you have seen four beautiful sunsets.
Two times two is twenty-two, four times four is forty-four. When numbers get serious, they leave a mark on your door.
I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is - oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate!
Work freely and rollickingly as though you were talking to a friend who loves you. Mentally (at least three or four times a day) thumb your nose at all know-it-alls, jeerers, critics, doubters.
Oftentimes we will get to the rink when the sun comes up and leave when the sun is setting, so on a weekend, I really like to spend at least one day outside and not be stuck indoors all day.
My lasting impression of Truman Capote is that he was a terribly gentle, terribly sensitive, and terribly sad man.
You know... when you are sad you love the sunsets.
The forty-four-hour week has no charm for me. I'm looking for a forty-hour day.
Just as a musician loves music and not nightingales, and a poet loves poetry and not sunsets, a painter is not primarily a person who responds to figures and landscapes. He is primarily one who loves pictures.
Important days don't look like anything special when they start. Invariably, the sun rises and people wake up. Coffee is swilled and eggs are swallowed. Everybody goes about the business of acting like their lives matter and then, no matter how important the events of the day end up being, the sun invariably sets. The sun rose before the soldiers stormed Omaha Beach on D-Day, and the sun set after Archduke Franz Ferdinand was killed. Sunrises and sunsets are real jerks about putting things in perspective.
Since I was forty and definitely slipping, I have won seven full marathons, got second six times, and third four times.... I'm wondering what I can do after I'm fifty.
I saw the sunset forty-four times!
Silver is forty-four years old, if you can believe it, out of shape, and depressed—although he doesn’t know if you call it depression when you have good reason to be; maybe then you’re simply sad, or lonely, or just painfully aware, on a daily basis, of all the things you can never get back.
The quickest way for anyone to reach the sun and the light of day is not to run west, chasing after the setting sun, but to head east, plunging into the darkness until one comes to the sunrise.
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