Tiffany D. Jackson > Quotes

“Well, sometimes the people we love the most can hurt us the most.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“Rumors are born with legs that can run a mile in less than a minute.
Rumors eat up dreams without condiments.
Rumors do not have expiration dates.
Rumors can be deadly.
Rumors can get you killed.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“So remember, Sweet Pea, just 'cause someone got a roof, don't make it a home" -Janet (Ma)”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“I know what you’re thinking. How can a whole person, a kid, disappear and no one say a word? Like if the sun just up and left one day, you’d think someone would sound an alarm, right? But Ma used to say, not everyone circles the same sun. I never knew what she meant by that until Monday went missing.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“What a woman wears or doesn’t wear doesn’t give anyone the right to touch them. Well, you know he’s had a rough childhood. Abandoned by his mom, didn’t know his father, raised by his grandma who passed. We’ve all BEEN through a lot but that don’t give you no excuse to abuse girls.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Grown

“When people feel insecure, they create a grand self-image in an attempt to compensate for what is lacking internally. They present this façade to the world in order to hide the emptiness they feel, thus falling in love with the idea of themselves. But, if you threaten their self-image—threaten to expose the thing they love most, themselves—they will react, often in a hostile manner.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Allegedly

“If Monday were a color, she'd be red. Crisp, striking, vivid you couldn't miss her - a bull's-eye in the room, a crackling flame.
I saw so much red that it blinded me to any flags" -Claudia”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“There is a calm in the chaos that most folks don’t see.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“Trying to reclaim your life is a lot like drowning. You attempt to stay above water as waves of new information hit you sideways, carrying you further into the unknown. People throw life preservers, but the ropes can only reach so far, and once a riptide catches you by the ankle, all you can do is wonder why you ever thought you’d be OK jumping into the deep end, when you could barely manage the shallows.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Grown

“You, my child, were created in a hurricane, leaving destruction in your wake. You, as they say, are a storm with skin. Death and rebirth will follow you everywhere. How can one man who knows nothing of the weight of blood tame you? For wherever you go, there you are.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, The Weight of Blood

“Hard to celebrate the day you were born when everybody seems to wish you were never born at all.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Allegedly

“Like the color pink, someone always sees the story different. Some see rose and magenta, and other see coral and salmon. When at the end of the day, it’s just regular old pink.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“Become so drunk on life and love that it blinds you to the hate threatening to drown you. Chew on grief for breakfast, devour aches for lunch, inhale life’s acid, let it burn the costume he has forced upon you.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, The Weight of Blood

“This is the story of how my best friend disappeared. How nobody noticed she was gone except me. And how nobody cared until they found her . . . one year later.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“Yusef, ‘I have anxiety’ is a full and complete statement. I don’t have to explain the what and why to you!”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, White Smoke

“Our daughter was stalked, preyed upon, and assaulted by a grown man. This is when we need our village the most.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Grown

“If Mrs. Charles were a color, she'd be yellow - bright, cheerful, golden rays of sunshine. A ripe banana, a fresh highlighter, sweet like pineapples, tart like lemons, you could lose her in a field of dandelions. One drop of her coloring could turn plain buttercream frosting into the sweetest Easter cake.

But one drop of another color could spoil her brightness. Leave her out in the heat too long and her banana peel would start to rot. The tip of her highlighter blackens with wear. The prickling of her pineapple skin sometimes leaves her impossible to open.

And dandelions are nothing but pretty weeds."
-Claudia”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“Yo, Malcolm X said it best. “The most disrespected person in America is the Black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the Black woman. The most neglected person in America is the Black woman.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Grown

“But Ma says everyone deserves forgiveness.

That's why if Ma was a color, she'd be pink with her sweetness. A tender flower, a bubbly pop of chewing gum, two scoops of strawberry ice cream. Silly in her girly ways, her color deepens with love, until she glows fuchsia - bright and bold, unstoppable.

But when she is not fed the riches that life promises, Ma pales, reaming but a tint above white, a color aching in want."
-Claudia”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“But when help isn't invited, it ain't nothing but an unwanted houseguest.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“What yuh may or may not’ve done is not di definition of who yuh really are.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Allegedly

“But you’re my mess. I rather have this mess every day than not at all.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Blackout

“In this life, you don’t always get what you want, but you must dance through it,”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“Monday worried she'd know about my problem if I got too close to her. But when you're always cold, it's easy to be drawn to the sun" -Claudia”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“Everyone doesn't circle the same sun.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“Your bloodline was marinated in rage.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, The Weight of Blood

“If Daddy was a color, he would be a forest green—thick, lush, calm, whispering refreshing wisdom only few could hear. If Michael was a color, he would be bark brown—cocoa, mocha, chocolate, the color of earth. Quiet, supportive, but strong. A softness that love grows from. Together, they are the tree I lean on when I’m weary. The tree I swing from. The tree of life when surrounded by death.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming

“When you have kids, what is one thing you'd do different than your parents?"
"I'd love them for who they are. Not who I want them to be.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, The Weight of Blood

“Your bloodline was marinated in rage. There will be pain in carrying this dark secret. A pain you must endure for others and for yourself. This sickly power you hold without hands will eventually burn until you no longer can hide it. You must learn to control it. Or it will control you. But be not a doormat. You can ease the pain by leaving all that you know. Become so drunk on life and love that it blinds you to the hate threatening to drown you. Chew on grief for breakfast, devour aches for lunch, inhale life’s acid, let it burn the costume he has forced upon you.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, The Weight of Blood

“You only get one shot at your kids, so you need to hit the bull’s-eye.”
― Tiffany D. Jackson, Monday's Not Coming