One’s sentiments — call them that — one’s fidelities are so instinctive that one hardly knows they exist: only when they are betrayed or, worse still, when one betrays them does one realize their power

One’s sentiments — call them that — one’s fidelities are so instinctive that one hardly knows they exist: only when they are betrayed or, worse still, when one betrays them does one realize their power (Elizabeth Bowen, The Death of the Heart)