“Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…” “It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.”
“There are so many empty people walking around on this little planet. Lonely people. Angry people. Bitter. Forgotten.”
“Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.”
“They are lonely. I'm not talking about lonely for a lover or a friend. I mean lonely in the universal sense, lonely inside the understanding that we are tiny people on a tiny little earth suspended in an endless void that echoes past stars and stars of stars.”
“A lot of people are lonely. A lot of people are lonely even when they’re surrounded by other people.”
“What makes the desert beautiful,' said the little prince, 'is that somewhere it hides a well...”