Nancy B. Brewer Quotes & Sayings

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. — Nancy B. Brewer

{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!} — Nancy B. Brewer

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. — Nancy B. Brewer

On this night of the Harvest Moon. They tossed bones into the "Bone Fire" and asked the yellow moon to shine its protection over them. (Today we call it a "Bonfire") — Nancy B. Brewer

The sun flickers through the trees and shines upon the faces of the men lined up on the porches. Soldiers no more, just ordinary men who, by the grace of God, were spared to tell their stories — Nancy B. Brewer

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

It was a beautiful Indian summer morning and perfect for savoring a few extra minutes in bed. There was a breeze blowing through my bedroom window; the air was as crisp as a bite of a fresh red apple. — Nancy B. Brewer

I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and braving all sorts of weather. I pondered what they had seen in the past and what they might see in the future — Nancy B. Brewer

Do not try to understand love, control it or hold it.
Although love is humble, it is strong and suffers all, And if it be true, it will always find its way. — Nancy B. Brewer

If a hole in your wall is large enough for a rat to get his head in, rats will soon take over your home. If there is a hole in your heart large enough for the devil to get his head in, he'll waste no time moving in too. — Nancy B. Brewer

As I held the family Bible in my hand and I could almost feel the joys and sorrows that connected me to the past. — Nancy B. Brewer

The seamstress
With fingers weary and worn,
And eyelids heavy and red,
Long after the house sleeps,
Still in her chair she sits.
Her needle flickering, in-out,
Daylight nears and the fire burns low,
Alone with her shirt, still she sews.
She, held prisoner by her thread,
Her heads nods, but sleep forbids,
Just one more seam or button two.
Listen brothers, sons and husbands all,
Call it not just cotton, linen or only wool,
Count each stitch and say a prayer,
For heart and soul that put them there. — Nancy B. Brewer

Once opening the door was a promise of happiness, now my surroundings seem to have appointed me the keeper of sadness. — Nancy B. Brewer

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. — Nancy B. Brewer

Rebel Number Four" is waiting patiently by the door. I named him "Rebel Number Four," for he is the fourth of his kind I have given the name "Rebel." To many he may be just a hound dog, but to me he is a champion and a friend to the end. — Nancy B. Brewer

The ragged curtains were reaching out across the room and the foot of the bed was soaked with rain. She got up and closed the window to protect her from the storm outside. However, there was no protection from the storm that was always brewing in her mind. — Nancy B. Brewer

With time, grief has a way of slipping down in the crevices of your heart. It never really leaves; it just makes room for more. — Nancy B. Brewer

My first order of business was to look in the side pocket where I had hidden my garnet and gold necklace. — Nancy B. Brewer

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

Dread not to climb the mountain, for the higher you rise, your load will lighten; for once on top, easy be the stroll to the meadow down below — Nancy B. Brewer

Those that are in the state of widowhood must resist the temptations of their youth. — Nancy B. Brewer

For with all that is grand, grander is the expansion of the mind. — Nancy B. Brewer

The boys laughed and peered in the direction of the girl with Kitty Wells dyed black hair. — Nancy B. Brewer

Don't confess to being a fool or a wise man; let others decide for you — Nancy B. Brewer

Respect the past, trust in the future and believe in the power of the imagination.- — Nancy B. Brewer

Of course in 1860, I had heard the political talk. — Nancy B. Brewer

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

My darling,
My day's sweetest moments are at dawn, for I awake with dreams of you still in my head. As the light touches my lips, I can almost feel yours upon mine. I imagine your footsteps coming up the walk, but today is the same as the day before. It is only fanciful thinking.
As the first beams of morning sunlight dance across my weary shoulders I cry out, "How can you be so cheery and bright with so much sorrow across our land?"
I know I must be strong and face another day, but tears fill my eyes. Suddenly, a white dove lands upon my window sill. Surely this be the omen that peace is near at hand. Just like the breath of the coming Spring, this little dove now brings me new hope. God has heard our prayers and our Southland will flower again. — Nancy B. Brewer

The opera was stylish and the movie a thriller,
But, I had to buy a new dress and the popcorn was stale,
After the show, all I had left was my empty pocket.
For me, I have decided simple pleasures will do,
A walk in the park, a cup of coffee and a good book too,
My friends, you may find these to be a sound investment too. — Nancy B. Brewer

He smiled at me and I felt the tenderness only a daughter could feel. — Nancy B. Brewer

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. — Nancy B. Brewer

Her voice is as soft as a bubbling brook and there is an undeniable holiness surrounding her. — Nancy B. Brewer

Our passion for fear consumes us and gives birth to the imaginary. Once fear is unleashed, it feeds upon us and rips us apart like a wild animal. Its hold is great, narrow is the escape and treacherous the road. I know of what I speak, for I was once his victim. — Nancy B. Brewer

If I be just a page torn out of a book,
May I sail forever over the oceans blue,
Float over the treetops and the mountains too,
Drift across the valleys and the flowers look,
Until at last, I rest and kiss the morning dew. — Nancy B. Brewer

He is dressed in a long, white robe and in his hand is a white cap. I draw up as he passes down the hall; he does not see me. Shortly I hear a horse leaving. There is much I do not know about him, but tonight I know one of his secrets. He is a midnight rider. — Nancy B. Brewer

Daddy-by Nancy B. Brewer
When I used to say, speak up you are as good as they, You would just smile and say, let them have their way. When in my foolish youth, I so often disobeyed,
He would just smile and say, let her have her way. When summer passed and winter overcame. He was not afraid, never once did he say. When in the moonlight his final hour came, He just smiled and said Lord I'll go your way. — Nancy B. Brewer

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 — Nancy B. Brewer

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. — Nancy B. Brewer

Today's breakfast consist of rice and a piece of bread fried in a bit of salt pork grease. At least I have my memories of grand banquets and fine foods, but this is all the children have ever known. I suppose it is best not to have anything to compare. — Nancy B. Brewer

Ain't nothing too serious. Even death is a joke on the old devil, if we are living for the Lord. — Nancy B. Brewer

The heavy smell of incense gave me an uneasy feeling as if I had walked into a tomb — Nancy B. Brewer

I turned to see a young woman with bed hair, wearing a only a thin nightdress. — Nancy B. Brewer

Like the magnolia tree,
She bends with the wind,
Trials and tribulation may weather her,
Yet, after the storm her beauty blooms,
See her standing there, like steel,
With her roots forever buried,
Deep in her Southern soil. — Nancy B. Brewer

We Southerners are a strong lot. Like our ancestors before us, we will survive. I will never lose faith. I am standing on the promise that tomorrow will be a better day. — Nancy B. Brewer

Emotional people always make difficulties for themselves — Nancy B. Brewer

As my body recalled my soul, I began to quiver with pain and gasp for air. — Nancy B. Brewer

Curiosity can be as dangerous as a butterfly hovering over a flame. — Nancy B. Brewer

Are you a traveling man he asked? — Nancy B. Brewer

The curtains were not yet drawn and with the moonlight spreading across the room, I could see clearly. I undressed and slipped a soft cotton gown over my naked body. I pulled the blanket off the foot of my bed, covered my shoulders and wa ... lked out on the balcony. The cool night air blowing through my hair served as a reminder that only a hint of summer remained in this year of 1860. — Nancy B. Brewer

I consider all things a work of fiction, even myself. — Nancy B. Brewer

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

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. — Nancy B. Brewer

Hollering at the top of his voice, a little boy walks by a cranky old man. "Boy, why are you a hollering as I walk by?" The little boy replies, "Old man, why are you walking by when I am a hollering. — Nancy B. Brewer

Now here I am, living in the land of tall pine trees and red dirt hills — Nancy B. Brewer

Her blue eyes are full of tears, but she is smiling. Her expression is as bright as a newborn Christian.} one my favorite lines from Beyond Sandy Ridge. — Nancy B. Brewer

However, the path of God is unknown and deep are the waters. Often do we see what is pleasing, take a sudden turn of providence, that deprives even the most Godly of their happiness. We should not fear theses changes and trust that all things work for the greater good. — Nancy B. Brewer

The children we birth do not belong to us. They belong to God. We are simply the vessel for which they arrive on this earth. We are appointed to care and guide them, however we must recognize when the time comes for them to govern their own lives. — Nancy B. Brewer

I brought you something. It's my sister's coat. It
gets cold in Nashville in the wintertime. — Nancy B. Brewer

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

{In the shadows where the ancestors sleep, the bird's song is young, but all else is old. Stillness surrounds me and I breathe softly expecting the unexpected.} from book in progress — Nancy B. Brewer

I wonder if it is possible to escape the clinches of despair; or would despair become the hunter and reclaim me as its prisoner. — Nancy B. Brewer

The mind builds its own home. — Nancy B. Brewer

You have proven to be a true 'Steel Magnolia, strong as steel with your roots planted deep in the southern soil. Remember to always bend with the wind. Although time may weather you, you will always be my beautiful Magnolia. — Nancy B. Brewer

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

I am strong as steel and my roots are planted deep in this southern soil. Time may have weathered me, but I will always bend with the wind — Nancy B. Brewer

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 — Nancy B. Brewer

The real Sallie has returned and her portrayal of Mother has disappeared — Nancy B. Brewer

Given a little wine, you will find folks are the same no matter what side of the railroad tracks they came from. — Nancy B. Brewer

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

Flies trouble us not by their strength but by their multitudes. — Nancy B. Brewer

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. — Nancy B. Brewer

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

Any woman looks innocent in a white veil — Nancy B. Brewer

I held my head back and looked upward. The moon was hidden and only a lone star dared to break through the darkness. — Nancy B. Brewer

It was a warm and natural feeling to be there. We were not black or white people. We were just people bound together by love and understanding. As I walked out of that church, I felt like I had rediscovered my inner peace. — Nancy B. Brewer

The people who say dreams never come true, must have been asleep when opportunity knocked — Nancy B. Brewer

Without a plan in your head or a penny in your pocket, you best have a prayer in your heart- — Nancy B. Brewer

My lonely eyes looked over the graves. I wept. — Nancy B. Brewer

Never begrudge others their happiness. Who knows when happiness will be short lived? — Nancy B. Brewer

Perhaps you have visited my grave and flowers left, but did you hear me cry out to you! — Nancy B. Brewer

I recall the words, the faces, the stale perfume and the pungent odor that filled the room.. — Nancy B. Brewer

Red for the blood of Christ, green for his everlasting love, blue for heaven above, and old for the King of Kings. — Nancy B. Brewer

God only knows what the doctor gave her. However,the medication has run out and she now must face the reality on her on accord. — Nancy B. Brewer

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. — Nancy B. Brewer

Just yesterday I stood at the window and watched him run across the field like a young deer. He is thin and agile. I think he will be forever young. He cannot be enticed by money or worldly goods; he desires nothing. — Nancy B. Brewer

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

It appears to me that man must always have war. When one great rebellion ends, another will begin. Do they fight for a great cause or is it egos that must be conquered? — Nancy B. Brewer

(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) — Nancy B. Brewer

Mother used to say if you stood out in a rain like that; it would wash away your sins- — Nancy B. Brewer

For in the forest someone is always watching and someone is always listening! — Nancy B. Brewer

I toss pretty words up in the air and if I am lucky, they will fall gracefully upon my pages-nancy b. brewr — Nancy B. Brewer

Prove it to the person that looks back at you in the mirror — Nancy B. Brewer

Desperate and lonely, I was determined to find solace in the arms of another — Nancy B. Brewer

He was wearing a little bag of "Mojo" around his neck. — Nancy B. Brewer

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

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. — Nancy B. Brewer

I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home! Le avventure di Pinocchio — Nancy B. Brewer

The rose that grows in grace will blossom into beauty — Nancy B. Brewer

God does not care what you have done, but only what you will do — Nancy B. Brewer

Directly in front of me, crossing the street, I saw a woman laughing and walking arm in arm with two men. When she came to the curb, she lifted her skirt with both hands and vulgarly displayed a pair of indigo stockings. — Nancy B. Brewer