Brittany

“There is a convalescent quality to our friendship nowadays, as we tiptoe gently through the garden where our old hatred lies buried.”
― Robert Silverberg, Dying Inside

“I looked on her profile. She was always a stranger, thus. Those neat clipped features on a coin. Dark and withdrawn, a foreign woman standing in a doorway, a shawl about her head, her hand outstretched. But full-face, when she smiled, a stranger never. The Rachel that I knew, that I had loved.”
― Daphne du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel

“The tree said in its rooted being, "All my leaves are seen, but one, this one in the darkness cast by all the others. This one leaf I keep secret to myself. Who will see it in the darkness of my leaves? and who will count the number of them?”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

“My head was awhirl with thoughts I really had no need of, and for the first time I found no pleasure at all in thinking about myself. I had sunk into a state of deep gloom, which has also come over me at times later in my life when other people are achieving more than I myself.”
― Tove Jansson, Moominpappa's Memoirs