“ You can't see the world from somebody else's point of view and not be changed. ”
Listen. You will still only love me. And I will only love you. It’s only that we’ll have different names. Sometimes I’ll be Augusta, queen of Gondal, and you’ll be a dangerous highwayman. Sometimes we’ll be Alexander and Zenobia, the young lovers. Sometimes… sometimes we will just be two lonely children roaming the moors together. But the ‘he’ of the story will always be you, and the 'she’ of the story will always be me. Forever.
~ Lena Coakley
If you could choose any mask to wear right now, what would it be?” Anne lay down her yarn. “I suppose if, as you say, I would grow into this mask, then I would make it of my own face . . . but a braver, better version of myself.” “And what would this braver Anne do?” The answer came quickly, as if it had been there all along. I’d save them, she thought.
I wonder. If I had you wear that mask today, Anne, would you find the courage to tell me what is troubling you? Anne would very much have liked to confide in her father, but where in the world would she begin? He leaned over and whispered in her ear. I will tell you a secret, my dear. All of my children are shy. They have simply learned the art of wearing masks.
