Kimberly Jones Quotes

The time to quit is before you wish you had.

Why are people that poor? Why are people that broke? Why are people that food insecure, that clothing insecure, that they feel like their only shot, that they are shooting their shot by walking through a broken glass window to get what they need?

If I right now decided that I wanted to play Monopoly with you, and for 400 rounds of playing Monopoly, I didn’t allow you to have any money, I didn’t allow you to have anything on the board, I didn’t allow for you to have anything, and then we played another 50 rounds of Monopoly and everything that you gained and you earned while you were playing that round of Monopoly was taken from you, that was Tulsa. That was Rosewood. Those are places where we built black economic wealth, where we were self-sufficient, where we owned our stores, where we owned our property, and they burned them to the ground.

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They see her lips moving when she is all alone and they may think that she is muttering crazy, witchy thoughtd, but I know that she is singing.

You can’t win. The game is fixed. So when they say, “Why do you burn down the community? Why do you burn down your own neighborhood?” It’s not ours. We don’t own anything. We don’t own anything. [...] There’s a social contract that we all have, that if you steal, or if I steal, then the person who is the authority comes in and they fix the situation. But the person who fixes the situation is killing us. So the social contract is broken. And if the social contract is broken, why the f*** do I give a shit about burning the f***ing Football Hall of Fame, about burning a f***ing Target?

We are only as good as the five people around us,” Marcus says, up in his pulpit now. “Mostly because we share the same value system as those five. So he with them, then he made a choice on livin’ like them. He can be an eagle, but if he choose to flock with pigeons, he gon’ have pigeon ways.

I get in an elevator and people clutch they purses like I’m gonna steal from them. Why you think they do that, huh?” I open my mouth to respond, and I get stuck. I have seen that happen. I don’t want to admit this, but I do get nervous when a black guy gets in an elevator with me. Not because he’s black, though. Just when it’s a big guy and a small space. That’s all. But suddenly, I wonder. Suddenly, I’m not sure.

I’m sorry about what happened to your store. But you were there. It didn’t start out about looting or all that. Did them news people show up before, when they was having a peaceful protest? Was anybody listening when they tried to approach things in a civil manner? No. But when shops start burning down, here they come. I’m not defending looters, but you’re not even trying to understand. When you push people to their breaking point, and they ain’t got no power, they’ll find a way to take it. What’s so wrong with that?

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Don't let people pull you into their storm. Pull them into your peace.

Cops!” I say. “It’s gonna be okay.” “Oh, now shit’s about to get real,” Lena says at the exact same time.

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Father, thank You for showing up and showing out in my life. Thank You for never giving up on me. Thank You for Your hand of blessing on my life. Expose the areas of my life—my thoughts and painful memories—that have caused me to become stuck. Today I choose to be free. In Jesus’ name, amen.

I can’t abandon my dad’s store.” “Abandon what? Look around you, fool. There ain’t nothin’ here left to protect!” “You’re right.” She sobs harder. “We have nothing left.” “This can all be replaced. Can’t replace us if someone comes in here and cracks our head open because they want a power tool or a hammer. Or if the cops run up in here and want to put my ass in jail because they think I’m the one takin’ things.” “You don’t get it,” she says, tears running down her face. “This place is all my dad has.” “I don’t understand? You got us sitting in a broken window like ducks at a carnival game lined up to get popped. Quit crying over a store! You so busy feeling sorry for yourself, we gonna get killed.

He gets his secretary or his sister to buy his gifts for me. The other day, my sister called and said, ‘Phil told me to pick up a birthday present for you. Let’s go! How much should we spend?’” —Kimberly, San Diego, CA

We cannot allow police officers to be judge, jury, and executioner in the street. That is not how this works. That is not the social contract that we all agreed to. (On The Daily Show with Trevor Noah, 2020)

It’s true: you don’t have to be enslaved by your past decisions or people who have put you down. Your life can change.

SIN WILL TAKE YOU FARTHER THAN YOU WANT TO GO, KEEP YOU LONGER THAN YOU WANT TO STAY AND COST YOU MORE THAN YOU WANT TO PAY.

As Pops says, the nice folk in the suburbs like to stay good and scared of what’s happening down here in the hood, so that’s the story reporters always want to tell.

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Cops showing up did not make things better. Hope Becky sees that now. Hell, I thought for a second Becky's terrible customer service set off a brawl. But leave it to the police to really aggravate folks.

Pure Seduction was just average. She had a decent body and reminded me of Kimberly Elise in the face.

I. Will. Fly. Again. Every word is a squat, and every squat is a word. The mantra keeps me going, balancing on the stability ball as my physical therapist, Elliot, counts reps. That promise to myself holds my back straight and my hands steepled in front of me, even as my thighs burn and my knees shake. I. Will. Fly. Again. Every part of me hurts. I can’t squat—not even one more time—and I think a headache might be starting. I want to stop. I need to stop. But Elliot is still counting.

I listen. And then, to my surprise, he lifts his arm and sniffs his pit. “It’s not that bad.” “What?” “Before, you said I smelled. But it’s not that bad. Not like after practice, anyway.” I shake my head. “Well, PT’s probably not as demanding as Coach Brown’s two-a-days. But you still smell.” “Harsh, Greenberg. Harsh. And I used some Axe too.

Not sure which is worse.” I wave my hand in front of my nose.