" But in that moment Nance had felt a quiet summoning to speak to Áine. There was a hesitation. A look of raw longing. That’s how it was with most people. All that private pain kept out of sight, but sometimes, in the space of one breath, something opened and you could see the heart of things before the door was shut again. It was as good as a vision. A murmur of vulnerability. A tremor in the soil before all was still.
How hidden the heart, Nance thought. How frightened we are of being known, and yet how desperately we long for it. "

― Hannah Kent , The Good People