Top 45 Coco Ginger Love Quotes
#1. There's nothing worse than writing. There's nothing better than writing. It's like the man you hate to love, love to hate and never really come to terms with any of the feelings.
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#2. Love thy neighbor as thyself. Unless he calls you names. Then do not love him, run in the opposite direction and throw a gerbil at his door.
Coco J. Ginger
#3. You break me the hardest,
make me the strongest, and keep me
the softest.
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#4. You cannot mistake this
You cannot reinvent this moment
You cannot call this love
It is so much more
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#5. She had missed him so long now, that the feeling had become a part of her. As each day passed, the missing distanced itself from her heart. One day she woke, and realized the missing was there but the pain was gone. Missing without pain is tolerable. Pain linked to heartache is intolerable.
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#6. She wanted to write about something other then love. Yet her freethinking pen seemed more adhered to her heart then to her head. A battle she never felt worth fighting.
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#7. Her heart had grown so familiar to the pain of life without him, that to respond now seemed too large a pleasure she could not endure. If pain was love, then she loved fiercely. Yet knew she could not be near that boy again.
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#8. She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life.
She's a player, a heartbreaker,
and now she breaks alone.
Coco J. Ginger
#9. And I don't even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting.
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#10. Love is not of value when this superficial contract must be drawn up, representing the two worlds that enclose us.
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#11. You're a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.
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#12. Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not.
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#13. If I wasn't so phenomenal. I would go back to you.
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#14. I want your hand without the skin. Bone to bone without the molds. Mouth to mouth, without the porn.
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#15. My lips are fierce with passion. My heart spins fiery beats. A rhythm lives within my fingers and dances in my feet.
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#16. He's an indulgent sort of man ... ...
With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships.
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#17. He offered her power, money, status ...
a giant prison, all in exchange
for only ... her soul.
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#18. I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me.
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#20. Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her.
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#21. What is love, if not the abandonment of all sanity, all dignity?
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#22. We let ourselves loose on that simple blank piece of paper, and our bodies spill. The terror, the love ... embodying our stories page after page. In a sense, the pen was our tongue, it is how we delineate the world.
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#23. Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy.
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#25. She knew she could never love any man the way she loved a blank sheet of paper that only she could fill.
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#26. Finally I see that it's never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed along
when something flashier or someone prettier comes along. Your heart I held so carefully, I see, this was all just a game ...
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#27. Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.
Words you can't have back, so they linger.
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#28. Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly.
I'm the winner in this game,
unable to stoop to your level of shame.
Unwilling to reply to your words of ache.
Coco J. Ginger
#29. ... ..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.
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#31. When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better.
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#32. I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress.
I'm cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire.
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#33. He cared less, so they cared more. He said it was beautiful. I knew he was broken.This was his game.
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#34. He had let me know time after time that he was a thinking man, a man of intellect and wit. Yet one unintended hungry look into my eyes and he betrayed each of his words he had carefully spoken to me. I knew it in that instant. He was a viscerally driven man. And one day, he would possess me.
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#35. Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it's own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.
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#36. I feel like a traitor, a phony, a fake. But I am a hypocrite with the best intentions, and I need kissing desperately.
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#37. I won't let you have it. I won't give you this moment. I won't let you fill up this valuable organ ... I own it. I won't do it. I can't think, I won't think about it.
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#38. When you miss someone ... it's weird ... your body doesn't function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart ... it's not steady ... my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold ... like you ... your soul.
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#40. Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.
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#42. I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.
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#43. I'm mistaken ... .
for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.
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#44. You don't deserve my image in your head. You don't deserve my memories in your chest.
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#45. But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire.
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