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 the breath of kindness,
blow the rest away.
---George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans)