Oh, the comfort-the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person-having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right 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.Dinah Craik1859★ 5.2
O, my son's my son till he gets him a wife, But my daughter's my daughter all her life.Dinah Craik1881★ 3.6
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