“Men are like rivers; the water is 
the same in each, and alike in all; but every river is narrow
 here, is more rapid there, here slower, there broader, now
 clear, now cold, now dull, now warm”.

Lev Tolstoj


“And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief”.

Khalil Gibran