Sarah McCoy Quotes & Sayings

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 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

People often miss things that don't exist
miss things that were but are not anymore. — Sarah McCoy

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

That's the cruddy view from the Pacific coast this week. How's the world facing the Atlantic? Miss you. Love, — Sarah McCoy

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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

Better she left him before he left her for someone young with a belly full of immortal possibilities. — Sarah McCoy

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 marks on our lives are like music notes on the page
they sing a song. — Sarah McCoy

She felt a budding loneliness, and with it came the familiar emptiness that once threatened to swallow her whole. — Sarah McCoy

Though their goals had been righteous, their means of anarchy would not go unpunished. — Sarah McCoy

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

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

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

When none of those seemed to cure her, she moved on to modern medicine: a fertility specialist, who recommended drugs to induce ovulation and daily hormone injections that made her sob over a missed green light, a cookie dropped to the floor, bow-tied pigtails on little girls. The — Sarah McCoy

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

By the time she lay down, the darkness was a friend not a foe. — Sarah McCoy

Whether we're standing on the shores of the Pacific or the Atlantic, the water is the same. Love — Sarah McCoy

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

Her father had proven to them all: when a beating heart stopped, there was no black or white, only blood-red. — Sarah McCoy

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