Tempus floret qui tempum non sperat – Time flourishes for the one who does not wait it for.
“I would blossom, of course – said the rose – I would definetly blossom, but it’s not the right time now, I guess. Too many thorns are ready to hurt, too many brambles around. Who could ever pick my flower? Oh, I would die, lonesome and broke. I’ll wait for the time I’ll bloom with no thorns” said the rose. And no spring had the gift of its scent since.