Nancy B. Brewer Quotes

Before I disappear behind the door, I stop and turn around to look at him.

Are you a traveling man he asked?

The Baptist Church rejects man with wooden leg: It appears the Baptist preacher refused to baptize a veteran of the late war in the holy water- saying they only baptize flesh and blood, not wood.

Ain’t nothing too serious. Even death is a joke on the old devil, if we are living for the Lord.

Perhaps you have visited my grave and flowers left, but did you hear me cry out to you!

Papa was our strength and the very fiber that wove our family together. He was our foundation and our rock, but even rocks, break, given enough stress.

Children worked in the mills: "I will always believe that children are designed for green meadows and play, not for factories and cotton dust.

I am a survivor. But I am not unique of the people that survived the great late war. We all have our stories to tell. But for most of us the hardened corners have soften with the passage of time.

To those of you who are enslaved by your past, may my story set you free. For youth is innocent and its beauty is to always be cherished.

(The golden goose has died, my prince turned into a frog, the Kingdom is lost, everyone has turned into stone and I am locked in the tower)

It was not an unusual site to see Negro tenant farmers crossing the intersection of Spring and Barbrick on the way to the cotton warehouse

‎"He smiled at me and I felt the tenderness only a daughter could feel.

The pages that follow will be our journey of the life we built together here in Concord, North Carolina. These pages will reveal fragments from the past and events that occurred along the way.

I can hear my steps echo as I follow him to the end of the hall. The door to the small closet under the steps is standing ajar. He closes the door and latches it.

The sun had just slipped behind the trees and evening cast its dark, smoky shadow.

According to Robert, his friend Moses was a soldier in the first war, as he described it. He fought Indians and soldiers in red coats.

Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please.

I stop to brace myself against the walls, which are painted with the fingerprints of family.

The heavy smell of incense gave me an uneasy feeling as if I had walked into a tomb

Like a sparrow in its flitting, like a swallow in its flying, a curse that is causeless does not alight.

Sea and land may lie between us, but my heart is always there with you.

Yet, the quest for knowledge will overcome us and we must know. And, at last, we must see where the road ends, even if it be the cliff.

To those of you who have lost your way, may my story serve as a reminder that life is a journey. The lessons we learn along the way are not for our sake alone. We are obligated to share them

For in the forest someone is always watching and someone is always listening!

I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home!" Le avventure di Pinocchio

Humans are curious creatures. What we cannot see, our logical minds will try to deny.

The wind blowing through the cracks in the walls was fitting for this isolated and lonely place.

I believe that all things happen under the watchful eye of God and the lessons we learn along the way only serve to make us stronger.

He was wearing a little bag of “Mojo” around his neck.

She turned her painted blue eyes toward the assistant and said something in French before she left.

{Summertime she speaks of winter, she eats ham, but speaks of beef, got a good man but, flirts with another. She might as well go to hell, cause she ain't gonna be happy in heaven either!}