“By nature and by training this woman was all for conservation of life. She had been brought up in rather a strict and narrow school. In her day although no one, certainly no woman, was expected to save humanity, every… — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share Image
“Distinctively gentle he was, and trustworthy, and of special courtesy. His great physical strength was never used in combat, men remembered, except when needed for the defence of the weak. In the last hours, when his mind went roving over the past, he said to someone who stoody by: 'I thank god that in all my life I never struck… — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share
“She saw at last that her strange son was fired by some purpose which he would carry out or die. Seeing that, she finally currendered--the first casualty of the Revolution in Virginia. In so far as she herself realized, the sacrifice was made for George Wahington, but subconsciously she made it for his cause--just as unaware and obeying by blind… — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share
“It is safe to say that not all the cooking and sewing and farm management of an entire year signified as much hard work… — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share Image
“The trouble is, we are incurable sentimentalists. We insist on makin over historical characters to suit our preconceived notions of what they should be,… — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share Image
Under our thatch, friend, place shall abide for you, touch but the latch, friend, the door will swing wide for you! — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share Image
“But this woman was all mother. A stern one, perhaps, and autocratic at times, and somewhat hard--but after all and in spite of all, intensely maternal. She did not look to large, far issues, nor did she know how to deal with subtleties and potentialityies; her business, from first to last, was the old elemental business of bearing and rearing.… — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share
Death is only an old door Set in a garden wall; On quiet hinges it gives, at dusk When the thrushes call. Along the… — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share Image
The Bookshop has a thousand books, All colors, hues, and tinges, And every cover is a door That turns on magic hinges. — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share Image
“By nature and by training this woman was all for conservation of life. She had been brought up in rather a strict and narrow… — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share Image
Oh, heart, let's never grow too old To smile anew, when Christmas comes, At tassels red and tinsel thread, And tarlatan bags f sugarplums. — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share Image
