Best 23 quotes of Nancy B. Brewer on MyQuotes

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

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

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.

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

For with all that is grand, grander is the expansion of the mind.

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

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

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

I am reminded that the children we birth do not belong to us. They belong to God. We are simply the vessel through which they arrive on this earth. We are appointed to care for and guide them; however, we must recognize when the time comes for them to govern their own lives.

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.

I brought you something. It’s my sister’s coat. It gets cold in Nashville in the wintertime.

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

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

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.

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")

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.