Status Updates From Ross Poldark (Poldark, #1)

Hers would be the perpetual ache of loss and loneliness, slowly dulled with time until it became a part of her character, a faint sourness tinged with withered pride.

"Don't owe your happiness to anyone."

Elizabeth's veil of old lace blew in billows about her figure, making her seem unsubstantial and ethereal; she might have been one of the smaller clouds which had lost its way and been lost in the human procession.

"Ill usage makes the sweetest of us vicious."