☁️ You are beautiful, but empty, "continued the Little Prince. For the sake of you do not want to die. Of course, an occasional passer-by, looking at my rose, will say that she is exactly the same as you. But she is the one dearest to you all. It's her, and not you I watered every day. It, and not you covered with a glass cap. She was blocked by a screen, protecting from the wind. I listened to her how she complained and how she bragged, I listened to her, even when she was silent. She is mine.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery, "The Little Prince"