... it is because sympathy is but a living again through our own past in a new form, that confession often prompts a response of confession.
George EliotOh, 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 they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
George EliotWe are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
George Eliot