Monday, March 14, 2011

Friendship -- by George Eliot


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.

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