From The Mother, by Pearl S. Buck (1934), in relation to an older brother’s resentment of the favoured younger brother:

Now all this hatred gathered in the elder son and even the mother did not know how deep it was until a certain day when out it came, bursting forth like a river dammed behind a dyke and swollen with waters from small secret sources that men do not know, so that when it breaks they are astonished, because none knew how it had been with the river, all the days when it had seemed the same.

Everything may be the same as it was
But I will never be the same as I was


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