Quotes from Winston Graham

What was the matter with him? No sense of humor to leaven life? Must every act be dead serious, a weight upon his head and hands? Loving was a recreation; all the poets sang of its lightness, its levity. Only the dull clod raised barriers of creed or conscience.

All the conflicting feeling inside her suddenly found an outlet. The mixed motives for asking him in—the liking, the affection, the feminine curiosity, the piqued pride—suddenly merged into indignation to keep out something stronger. She was as much alarmed at her own feelings as indignant with him, but the situation had to be saved somehow.

I am a miner's daughter, Demelza said. I was not brought up gentle. Gentleness –is that the right word?– came upon me when I was half grown. I have Ross to thank for that. And you. But it don't alter me underneath. I still have two marks on my back where Father used the belt. There's naught a few drunks could do but what I couldn't give them back. Tis all a matter of being in the mood.

Settle when we meet. There'll be some sort of currency in the next world.

ma Ross ormai conosceva Verity meglio di quanto la conoscessero suo padre e suo fratello. Il suo affetto nasceva lentamente, ma era difficile da spezzare. [...]

lei, che Ross conosceva tanto bene, che non aveva niente di particolare, nessun vestito carino, né cipria né trucchi, che non aveva alcun segreto per lui. [...].

But fear and fascination are yokefellows, oxen out of step but pulling in the same direction...