' Inexpressible Comfort '...

Oh, 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