Friday, December 23, 2011


The comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither 

to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff 

and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is 

worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

(George Eliot)

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