The comfort

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 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 Eliot

We ourselves must walk the path

No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may.  We ourselves must walk the path. - Buddha