“Oh, the comfort, 
the inexpressible comfort 
of feeling safe with a person, 
having neither to weigh thoughts 
nor measure words, 
but pouring them all out, 
just as they are, 
chaff and grain together, 
certain that a faithful hand 
will take and sift them, 
keep what is worth keeping, 
and with a breath of kindness 
blow the rest away.” George Eliot