I want the home about me: candles burning, curtains drawn, warmth, tea, friendship, love.

I thought, the way to love is through suffering. Who had said that? Did it mean anything or was it just the usual talk?

It isn't very pretty to have been made a fool of by one's own feelings,' he said. 'To take childish promises and build a--a castle out of them...

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

Love is not a possession to hoard. You give it away. It's a blessing and a balm.

He found, quite to his surprise, that he was happy. Not merely happy in Demelza's happiness but in himself. He couldn't think why. The condition just existed within him.