Timberly Gilford Quotes & Sayings

Once you are born in this world you're old enough to die. — Soren Kierkegaard

And just as he who, with exhausted breath,
having escaped from sea to shore, turns back
to watch the dangerous waters he has quit, so did my spirit, still a fugitive,
turn back to look intently at the pass
that never has let any man survive. — Dante Alighieri

This is me. Back me up or back the fuck out. — Julie Murphy

The last thing she wanted was people looking for her. No, that wasn't true
the last thing she wanted was people finding her. — Kate Atkinson

The world needs your story in order to be complete. — Anne Jackson

Sometimes we just need to cry out, "God, I want to hold you!" and let His love comfort us. - Jan Christiansen - — Gary Chapman

I am mean as cats' meat about handbags: mine don't ever look chic. I always prefer bags that aren't made of leather. — Joanna Lumley

There are two kinds of people ... There are the dreamers who go and buy, and there are the doers who go and make. And I've always recognized that. So the dreamers are what support our company because they will buy the product that they could make if they wanted to, had time to, or were so inclined to. — Martha Stewart

I know what I'm going to write for the next three years. It's frustrating, because if I get a good new idea, I have to put it aside. — Bruce Coville

We become one body ; the enemy being separated into ten parts. We attack the divided ten with the united one. We are many, the enemy is few, and in superiority of numbers there is economy of strength. — Sun Tzu

There's something simmering inside of me. Something I've never dared to tap into, something I'm afraid to acknowledge. There's a part of me clawing to break free from the cage I've trapped it in, banging on the doors of my heart, begging to be free. Begging to let go. Every day I feel like I'm reliving the same nightmare. I open my mouth to shout, to fight, to swing my fists, but my vocal cords are cut, my arms are heavy and weighted down as if trapped in wet cement and I'm screaming but no one can hear me, no one can reach me and I'm caught. And it's killing me. I've always had to make myself submissive, subservient, twisted into a pleading, passive mop just to make everyone else feel safe and comfortable. My existence has become a fight to prove I'm harmless, and I'm not a threat, that I'm capable of living among other human beings without hurting them. And I'm so tired I'm so tire I'm so tired I'm so tired and sometimes I get so angry. I don't know what's happening to me. — Tahereh Mafi

One hate crime is committed approximately every hour of every day in this country. — Anna Paquin