"You're not at all like my rose. You're nothing at all yet," he told them....
..."You're lovely, but you're empty," he went on. "One couldn't die for you. Of course, an ordinary passer by would thjink my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass. She's the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three for butterflies). Since she's the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose."
Antoine de Saint-Exupery, "The Little Prince."
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