““We know not the days but await the days' discovery of us. We feel not the hours lest they pass us too slowly. We discover not our friends, nor our homes, nor our teachers, before they leave us. And we love not our duties, nor our passions, until they have loved us first. When our tiny seeds of courage, cared for diligently, present us with a harvest of bravery, then we can face those days, those hours, those beloved beings and beloved things, and feel their power deepest.””
