The Baker's Daughter Quotes

“People often miss things that don't exist--miss things that were but are not anymore.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“We all tell little lies about ourselves, Our past, our presents. We think some of them are minuscule, unimportant, And others, large and incriminating. But they are the same. Only God Has enough of the story to judge our souls.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“The marks on our lives are like music notes on the page--they sing a song.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“I've never been fooled by the romantic, grand gestures. Love is all about the little things, the everyday considerations, kindnesses, and pardons.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“The past is a black, heavy thing. It will quietly smother our spirits if we let it. You must make peace with it and move forward.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“Love is all about the little things, the everyday considerations, kindnesses, and pardons.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“I guess when you're happy where you are, the grass don't seem so green on the other side of the fence. Maybe it never was.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“Should we bury our memory barbs to keep them from piercing budding hearts? No doubt they will encounter their own tragedies in due time. Or should we warn our children that the world is harsh and men can be wicked?”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“Whether we’re standing on the shores of the Pacific or the Atlantic, the water is the same. Love”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“By the time she lay down, the darkness was a friend not a foe.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“So where are you headed if you’re already home?” Jane smiled. “Just ’cause you’re born in a place don’t make it home.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“I’ve never been fooled by the romantic, grand gestures. Love is all about the little things, the everyday considerations, kindnesses, and pardons.” Reba”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“She felt a budding loneliness, and with it came the familiar emptiness that once threatened to swallow her whole.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“Kings of a bakery? The very suggestion was laughable. How easy it was to assume that elsewhere was infinitely better than where you stood. Sometimes at night, she dreamed of the TEXAS, U.S.A. magazine advertisement, envisioning a land with row upon row of fat loaves laden with jeweled fruits; bread cubes sodden with thick lamb stew; sugar-dusted sweet breads, ginger-spiced cookies, and fat wedges of chocolate cake soaked in Kirschwasser. She’d awake with cold drool down her chin. Regardless of the family’s lack of resources, one of Papa’s famous Black Forest cakes had miraculously prevailed. Dressed in a layer of bittersweet chocolate shavings”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“for that—for the person you love to leave you, in spirit or in body. Death comes in all kinds of disguises.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“The past is a black, heavy thing. It will quietly smother our spirits if we let it. You must make peace with it and move forward. Promise me?”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“the marks on our lives are like music notes on the page—they sing a song.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“The truth is, everyone has a dark side. If you can see and forgive his dark side and he can see and forgive yours, then you have something.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“We all tell little lies about ourselves, our pasts, our presents. We think some of them are minuscule, unimportant, and others, large and incriminating. But they are the same. Only God has enough of the story to judge our souls.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“People often miss things that don’t exist—miss things that were but are not anymore. So there or here, I’d still miss home because my home is gone.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“Time sneaks up on you. You’re still young, you’ll see.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“1945 Elsie, I hope this letter finds its way to your good hands. Tobias and I are among friends in Zurich. The news of the Allied invasion of Garmisch is bittersweet. Though we are German, our Fatherland is no longer a welcoming place. The Jewish families I hid for over a year—the Mailers and the Zuckermanns—lost nearly all their extended family members over the course of these wretched years. Thanks to your engagement ring, we were able to bribe the SS guards and smuggle Nanette Mailer, her friend, and the Zuckermanns’ niece, Tabita, from KZ Dachau before the march. Unfortunately, Tobias’s sister, Cecile, succumbed to”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“Alors, où aller quand votre maison ne constituait plus un abri - quand le monde n'avait plus aucun sens ? A quel moment prendre la décision de partir ou de rester ?”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“It isn’t like I’m a stranger. It’s a new hat on an old head.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“That’s the cruddy view from the Pacific coast this week. How’s the world facing the Atlantic? Miss you. Love,”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“Elsie caught herself staring at it with a kind of craving that transcended hunger. She knew every cherry dimple, every beautiful chocolate curl. For her, the cake was a reminder of all that had been and a pledge of all that she’d have again.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“Being a Nazi is a political position, not an ethnicity. I am not a Nazi because I am German.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“The sadness had returned stronger than ever that night, gnawing on her insides. The hungry wolf, her daddy had called it. In bleary binges, he’d described it to her and Deedee when they were girls: how it crept after him in the daylight shadows and shredded his nights to jagged fragments.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“We all tell little lies about ourselves, our pasts, our presents. We think some of them are miniscule, unimportant and others large and incriminating. But they are the same. Only God has enough of the story to judge our souls.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“Elsie posed with trays of Christmas stollen, nut bars, and lebkuchen hearts. “During times of war, Christmas may mean fewer gifts under the tree but more gifts from the heart.” That was her all-star quote. Reba had pushed hard to get it. Reba”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter