Love is not a need but an ecstasy a heart inflamed, a soul enchanted.
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 it is, chaff and grain together. Knowing that a faithful hand will take and shift them, keeping what is worth keeping, and then, with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~ George Eliot ~
Carol. E. |
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