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
4 comments:
This is the most beautiful quote. Its new to me and it really resonates.
Hi Robyn, i'm happy you enjoyed it!
Hi Thinker! How are you doing?
I love Saint-Ex.
(Where was this quote taken from?)
Hi Cécile! I'm great, enjoying the first few warm and sunny days in this year.
Glad you like the quote, i've found it on the net.
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