Susan walked over and hugged her little sister. "You will just be shooting arrows, like me," she conforted. "But, when we need you, you will probably be helping the wounded."
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |