The Baker's Daughter Quotes

“You're a most encouraging person, and the beauty of it is you're absolutely honest.”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“. . . Darnay saw a glance pass between his host and hostess - a glance so full of sympathy and understanding that he was almost ashamed to have seen it. How beautiful, he thought, how marvelous to be so in tune with another soul - there would only be one thing in life to fear if one had that treasure.”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“I've got a scrap bag mind, Miss Bun. Just a little bit of this and a little bit of that - not big enough scraps to be of any use except, perhaps, to make a patchwork quilt.”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“Rubens loved life and enjoyed it. Even if we knew nothing about the man we could deduce these facts from his work. His women are plump and rotund, zestful and rosy, with pleasant curves and comfortable bosoms; compare them with the thin anemic ladies of Burne Jones and the coldness of Botticelli's saints.”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“She was surprised to find her hands trembling as she took the dishes from the shelf. How happy I am! she thought suddenly and stood there for a moment with one hand pressed to her bosom, where her heart was beating fast. How happy she was - yet what was there to cause such a turmoil of happiness within her?”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“Did Mary realize that life is hard on serious people and that her own lightheartedness had saved her from hurt?”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“Sue thought as she walked home across the moor . . . I'm sure of a roof over my head and plenty to eat. My troubles are imaginary, they are all in myself and the best thing to do is to pull myself together and make the best of life. She determined to cease brooding about Darnay. She had got to do without him, so she must try to do without him cheerfully and find what pleasures she could in small things. She had a comfortable home, and kind friends and interesting work; it was ungrateful to be dissatisfied with life.”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“Things always seem worse at night, and any sort of trouble is magnified. The darkness, the stillness, the feeling that everybody else is safely and soundly asleep give rise to feelings of desperation.”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“but she told Aunt Bella everything else, and Aunt Bella listened enthralled. She nodded and sighed and asked the right questions in the right places, for she was a romantically minded woman for all her bustling, practical common sense. “Well,”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“Excepting Will,” Mrs. Bulloch amended. “Such an affront to put upon ye, Thomas! Yon man’ll not enjoy heaven if he gets there.” “He’ll”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“In most gatherings people blend into one another—they are dressed in the same fashion and their faces wear the same sort of “party look”—but these people were so strong and rugged in personality that they always remained themselves no matter where they were or what they were doing. Presently,”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“That’s what I was meaning. Ye’ve got to have freedom first. It’s no use believing what other folks say; the only thing is for each man to fend for himself, Mr. Darnay. Each man standing on his own feet, finding his own path—” “Grand!”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“You can’t get anything worth having for nothing,” Darnay declared, offering his guest a fill of tobacco from his pouch, “and faith is worth having—it’s the only thing that can save us now, when the whole world has straws in its hair. Faith is worth working for.” Bulloch considered this while he filled his pipe. “To”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“Because if you walk in a city you’re jostled by hundreds of indifferent people with indifferent eyes that look at you as if you weren’t there at all. You begin to feel you must be invisible. Hundreds and thousands of eyes, and not one pair really seeing you or caring who you are. I’d rather walk down Beilford High Street and know that everybody was saying, ‘There goes the mad painter!’ It’s better to be mad than invisible.” She”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“It was true that Sue had known she could go to the Bullochs, for they had suggested it in a tentative manner when her father married again, but Sue had not known that Mr. Bulloch wanted her to help in the shop or she would have accepted the invitation forthwith. She had visualized herself helping her grandmother with the household duties and, after considering the matter carefully, had decided that there would not be enough for her to do—Mrs. Bulloch had one small maid who came in daily, but she did all the cooking herself and obviously enjoyed the work. Sue was too proud and independent to go live with her grandparents unless she could be useful to them. All this rushed through the girl’s mind like an express train, and she began to regret her sudden impulse and to wish that she had spoken to her grandfather and found out what was in his mind. “I’ve”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter

“She was not like Mary’s daughter at all; she was more like Susan his wife. He looked at her, searching her face, wondering if she was happy (how could she be happy with that woman in her mother’s place), wondering what sort of thoughts were hidden behind that quiet masklike look, and it seemed to him that she was too old for her years, her mouth too firm, her expression too reserved. He remembered that even as a child she had worn a quaint air of maturity, of responsibility—perhaps that was what Mary had meant. “You’re”
― D.E. Stevenson, The Baker's Daughter