Bakery News Quotes & Sayings

Ignoring the crowd in the hall and her uncle. Stryder picked her up from her chair and carried her from the room, up the stairs until they reached her bedchamber.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm scandalizing you so that you will have no choice save to marry me in the morning."
-Rowena & Stryder — Kinley MacGregor

Sometimes I wake at night and worry that I might have disappeared in my sleep. That's what happens when nobody cares about you. Bit by bit you begin to disappear until people look right through your chest and head like you're made of glass. It's not about love; it's about being forgotten. We only exist if others think about us. It is like that tree that falls in the forest with nobody around to hear it. Who the fuck cares except the birds? — Michael Robotham

There isn't a specific person in my mind that I'd want to play. Yet. — Kristin Kreuk

Cosmic reveries separate us from project reveries. They situate us in a world and not in a society. The cosmic reverie possesses a sort of stability or tranquility. It helps us escape time. It is a state. — Gaston Bachelard

We are in an economic war. It is a war between those who create
wealth and those who believe they have some sort of divine mandate
to appropriate wealth. They don't have such an authoritative command.
I don't think they ever did. We have tried their command-andcontrol
methods for nearly a century because they said they knew
better. It is now obvious that they didn't. — Ziad K. Abdelnour

If men would learn to pursue their own happiness rather than the misery of others, we can achieve a better life for everyone. Adopting this would help turn our Earth into a paradise. — Bertrand Russell

I want to do drawings which touch some people ... In either figure or landscape I wish to express, not sentimental melancholy, but serious sorrow. — Vincent Van Gogh

Whenever Elliot Norther's wife was nervous she baked. With the murder of Harriet Mason, her husband's close colleague at the Faculty, she had been unable to resist a couple of Victoria sponges. During the frenzied press speculation about the identity of the murderer, a Dundee cake had appeared, followed swiftly by a Battenberg and a Lemon Drizzle. Since news of the Wildencrust murder broke, the kitchen, dining room and study had come to resemble the storerooms of an industrial bakery, every surface heaving with the weight of sponge and cream. Yesterday, having at last been overwhelmed by the fear and rumour that swept the town, she had taken herself off to her mother's house in Hampstead, leaving her husband to soldier on alone. When he had last seen his wife, Elliot Norther noticed that she had been putting the finishing touches to an impressive, triple-tiered wedding cake, beating a batch of royal icing into a sickly paste. — Robert Clear

I use a library the same way I've been describing the creative process as a writer - I don't go in with lists of things to read, I go in blindly and reach up on shelves and take down books and open them and fall in love immediately. And if I don't fall in love that quickly, shut the book, back on the shelf, find another book, and fall in love with it. You can only go with loves in this life. — Ray Bradbury