Ross Poldark (Poldark, #1)

by Winston Graham

All men were born in the same way: no privilege existed that was not of man’s own contriving.

One falls in love for good or ill.

The greatest thing is to have someone who loves you and—and to love in return.

He thought, If we could only stop life for a while I would stop here. Not when I get home, not leaving Trenwith, but here, here reaching the top of the hill out of Sawle, dusk wiping out the edges of the land and Demelza walking and humming at my side.