The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch with,
never saying a word, and walk away feeling like that was
the best conversation you’ve had.
Oh the inexplicable 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 then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
~ George Eliot OR Dinah Maria Mulock Craik