Character: Demelza Poldark

- Sometimes...

My place is here.

- My place is here.

- There is no sin. He is my master, I am his servant.

Thanks to you, I'm already better.

- Yes, grandpa.

You have so much of your father in you, and you know very well his attitude to wealth and privilege. I... I don't think he married me just because I'm a miner's daughter, but the irony of this act certainly appealed to him...

But that's exactly what I do! I'm sure you just have to look at Edward with the right expression, and he will immediately forget me and run after you.

“We’ve been struggling with this for a long time,” Clowens admitted.

- My God, of course yes!

Do not let go of hope. Sometimes, you need to be patient and wait.

But what does it all matter? Who can argue that your ancestors lived here before mine? Only matters who you are. Water think about it: whose pedigree is longer than the other? Aren't we all descended from Adam?
But society looks at it differently.
- So it looks at this all wrong! Name attach such importance! But all have names! Because Poldark own the property, and Boscawen own the property, and Dunstanville, and Trevanion, and others, Karna, Smiths, Carters, Martina and Infamy... And even painter, one day we all descended from a common ancestor. Someone was lucky or he was smarter, or had the ability to get up above the rest, and continued to climb up over the centuries, but that he didn't deserve more praise or honor.

- I like to believe.
- And you do not believe?
- In its common sense, Yes. But women often capture feelings.
- As men.

We all are born alike, but each of us is unique, and we all suffer.