Raden Adjeng Kartini,
Letters of a Javanese princess…
(1921)
“ Rain, rain, they needed it, before they could bear those splendid blossoms. Rain—rain—the soul needs it in order to grow and to blossom. Now we know that our tears of today serve only to nourish the seed, from which another, higher joy will bloom in the future. Do not struggle, do not complain and curse sorrow when it comes to you. It is right for sorrow to exist in the world too; it has its mission. Bow your head submissively before suffering. It brings out the good that is in the heart. But the same fire which purifies gold, turns wood into ashes. ”
