Finding Rebecca Quotes

“The only thing to counter pain is healing, and the only way to heal is to let go of the hatred and to forgive.”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“understand one day. We all marry”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“she didn’t react. “It will pass,” Rebecca assured him. “It will all be over by Christmas.” He took another swig of beer. He knew”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“found that by forgiving them, I held the ultimate power,”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“cacophony”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“processes.”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“It was a warm September day and Christopher felt a bead of sweat run down his back. His new uniform was painfully tight around his shoulders. Somewhere there was a band playing. He could hear the strains of Pachelbel’s Canon in D, faint on the wind.”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“I see that Herr Hitler has banned all other political parties apart from his own Nazi Party.”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“Who’s going to help me? I can’t do this alone.”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“never realized”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“had any doubt over. People say that I should move on. I don’t see why.” Christopher’s entire body was rigid. “Perhaps it’s time to let her go. It’s been thirteen years now, Brother. You’re not old. You’ve still got a life to live.” “Maybe, but maybe I just don’t want”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“Ernst Heppner, Hans Buchsbaum, Franz Bachner. They”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“Jan Schultz,”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“of Rebecca in his mind, desperately trying to believe that she could”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“the address before moving on to the next letter, dated February of 1935. Her first words were to ask why he had never written to her. She supposed that he was very busy, or that the letter might have been lost in the post. She wrote her address again in large letters decorated with colored pencils and lined with tiny blue flowers. She was doing well and enjoying her life in London. The letter was short. She asked that he write back again at the end and that he might even come to see her that summer. He lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking of her as she wrote the letter. He ripped open the next envelope. This letter was only a few words. May 12, 1935 Dear Christopher, Please reply to this. I am worried. I can’t come back to see you but wish that I could. Your father told me that you are trying to move on, but please just let me know that you are all right, that you don’t hate me.”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca

“Look”
― Eoin Dempsey, Finding Rebecca