Dripping water hollows out stone,

not through force but through persistence.

—Ovid

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

—W. B. Yeats

There are different wells within us.

Some fill with each good rain,

Others are far, far too deep

For that.

—Hafiz