← He was furious. His golden hair shook in the wind.
← But you never know where to find them. The wind blows them around.
← The golden wheat will remind me of you. And I’ll love the sound of the wind in the wheat field…” The fox was quiet and looked at the little prince for a long time.
← In the moonlight, I looked at his pale forehead, at his closed eyelids, at the locks of hair fluttering in the wind, and I said to myself: “What I see is just a shell. The thing that’s really important is invisible…”
← He seemed even more fragile. You need to be so careful with lamps, a gust of wind can blow them out.
← It groaned the way an old weather-vane does when the wind finally changes after a long time.