"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
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Shucks, no one has ever said something that nice to me in all my life. Look at me---I'm blushing! Also, my "word verification" necessary for posting this comment is "glythies". Eight-year-olds, Dude.
What's the source of this quotation? Which one of her works? Btw: my husband always persists in referring to George Eliot as Mary Anne Evans (her real name). Just because. :)
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