Sarah McCoy > 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

“Tears were misunderstood, she thought, and used inappropriately most often. They were designed as a private response of being. Because sometimes life filled you to the brim and spilled over. Tears were the body's way of cleansing the overflow of emotions, from sorrow to joy and so many others that couldn't be described.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“Tomorrow was a new day, with no memory or sentiments of yesterday.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“I have a voice just as much as you do. It’s a choice we make every minute. What truths are important enough to say aloud and what ones are important just to know. That’s the power. You’ve got to be discerning. You can change your mind any time you want, but you can’t take your words back. Not ever.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“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

“Human hearts are full of strife. It's a fallen world, my dears. We can only do our best to establish safe havens where we can.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“It's our duty to love the poor, the orphaned, the weary and burdened. Matthew 11:28. Love can be its own kind of war.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“The world is too large and too diverse for us to stay rooted in social convention when it no longer strengthens the people for whom it was created.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“Well the end is coming, isn't it? We spend our entire lives running from it. No speaking of it allowed. Fearing it for our loved ones." She shook her head and folded the burp cloth in her hand. "But after all we've seen of the world, I decided I'll get more joy out of the days I have left if I just acknowledge that death is part of life. The leaves on an apple tree blossom yield and fall. No use fretting over the sweetness of the fruit. Got to pick it when it looks ripe and move on. It's the fool who's forlorn over what he imagines he's lost. I'm sure that's in the Gospel somewhere." Even if it wasn't, Rachel would amend the text to her liking. The Word according to Rachel, as some complained. Not Marilla of course. Rachel was her closest friend, so she kept quiet, in Cuthbert fashion.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“We can't force life to do what we want when we want it. We can't change yesterday or control tomorrow. We can only live today as best we can. And it just might turn out better than expected”
― Sarah McCoy, The Mapmaker's Children

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

“The older I get, the more I see the truth. Greatness can be found anywhere. It doesn't need grandeur. There's greatness in the ordinary. Maybe even more than elsewhere.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“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

“There was power in knowledge. Like the gears of a steam engine, the more active knowledge was, the more force it produced.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“From the shelter of their porch, she turned to look out over Avonlea: the gulf in the distance roared; the wind was scented with melted icecaps and blew the trees like stalks of kelp; the rain fell faster and faster until it looked as if a veil had been drawn over the island, tinting everything wet gray. She hardly recognized Avonlea as home. From someone else's front door, it looked so different.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“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

“Her father had proven to them all: when a beating heart stopped, there was no black or white, only blood-red.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Mapmaker's Children

“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

“And off she went with a crock of marmalade and a bottle of red currant wine tied up in colored tissue paper. She reached the Blairs' as the last shard of blue daylight turned plummy. What had been the storefront window was now lit with candles. A woolly fir tree stood tall in the middle, its needled boughs drooping ever so slightly under the weight of twinkling glass ornaments, candy canes, and small pears balanced on top of them. An army of guests' presents, in every color of paper and ribbon, had been stacked beneath. one of the little Pye boys stole a peppermint off the tree and raced to the corner to devour it. A fiddle and a fife trilled out carols, and from the sway of the crowd inside, Marilla knew they were already dancing.
She took in the night: home and friends and all that she cherished.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle all the night.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“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

“Though their goals had been righteous, their means of anarchy would not go unpunished.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Mapmaker's Children

“Marilla found the extreme accumulation of any one item to be gluttonous and indicative of a small mind. She'd never understood the popular compulsion to hoard a hundred silver spoons, a hundred porcelain trinket boxes, a hundred stamps, and certainly not a hundred copies of back news. What good did it do a person? When they were dead and gone, it was all fodder for the trash fires.”
― Sarah McCoy, Marilla of Green Gables

“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

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

“So unabashed as to make its recipient afraid—not of the girl but of a world that didn’t abide such forthright joy.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Mapmaker's Children

“Better she left him before he left her for someone young with a belly full of immortal possibilities.”
― Sarah McCoy, The Mapmaker's Children