Quotes by Nancy B. Brewer

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

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

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

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

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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.

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

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

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

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

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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 comp...

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

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Listen, my child, to the voices of your ancestors. Take pride in our accomplishments; find your strength in our suffering. For WE are not just voices in the wind, WE are a living part of YOU

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(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)

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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