Top 100 Coco J Ginger Quotes
#1. 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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#2. 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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#3. You tear me down just to build me up again. All I can think is: you are a psycho-clown.
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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. I want to read, write, and nothing else. I do not want to get married, I do not want to go to church, I do not want to file taxes; I do not want to eat. But Grandma disagrees, and Grandma always wins.
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#6. All the risks have been taken. Allowing me room to fly.
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#8. You break me the hardest,
make me the strongest, and keep me
the softest.
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#9. 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.
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#10. The white noise in his heart, the sum of all his colors
- the metronome to which he beat
[was she].
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#11. ... .watch me rise like smoke from fire.
Watch me fly above your hate.
Watch me dance upon your meanness
like a ballerina with posture; grace.
Watch me laugh over your hatred;
watch me soar above your sea of grief.
And know that I am out there somewhere ...
C R U S H I N G.
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#12. If I wasn't so phenomenal. I would go back to you.
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#14. I am torn open, unabridged, hot and a bit crazy inside. This is the feeling which belongs to me, she has always been mine.
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#15. Every fairytale has a villain. All high quality happy endings involve a black-hearted monster. I just didn't want you to be mine.
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#16. Building an empire ... one letter in front of the other.
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#19. ...but fame didn't suit you, you compromised, a renegade rebel, you gave me your eyes.
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#20. You don't deserve my image in your head. You don't deserve my memories in your chest.
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#21. Heart of a queen you'll see me burst at the seams.
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#22. I'm mistaken ... .
for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.
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#23. I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.
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#24. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. Hate me because I'm a domestic GODDESS and beautiful.
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#25. Some chase after their dream job, while others CREATE their dream job.
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#27. 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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#28. 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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#29. Our tongues can't compete with the rapid thinking of our brains, our words come out slow and slurred. The pen is our haven. There is a lot of fear buried into that little pen. It holds all of our agony, our torment, our blood and our heaven.
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#30. I want your hand without the skin. Bone to bone without the molds. Mouth to mouth, without the porn.
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#31. If I had no imagination, I would hate you. But I don't want to be part of your reality.
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#32. 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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#34. 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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#35. You're a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.
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#36. Love is not of value when this superficial contract must be drawn up, representing the two worlds that enclose us.
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#37. Some girls need men to take them places. Others just click their heels, spread their own wings, and fly.
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#38. And why is it that time speeds and slows depending on your attendance? I'd like a steady clock, a reliable clock, isolated from the progressive beating of my heart.
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#39. I was supposed to act breezy, but my fingertips are shaking, and my heart won't stop its rapid beating.
I'm giving in. I cannot cave.
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#40. And I don't even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting.
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#42. She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life.
She's a player, a heartbreaker,
and now she breaks alone.
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#44. 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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#45. Soul mates are muses. The people in your life you despise, disrespect and desire the most.
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#46. 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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#47. I can't talk to you anymore.
I can't talk to you
with words
with thoughts
with silence.
I can't talk to you anymore
(she won't talk to you anymore).
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#48. If you were green tea, I'd be your tea cup. If you were dark chocolate, I'd be the paper that wraps you up. If you were a train, I'd be your tracks
If you were a brain, I'd be the heart attached.
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#49. I want to learn your trickery and feel what it's like to have me wrapped around your finger. I want to lie to everyone because it gets me where I want faster. I want to be like you, because you are blind; and now that I finally see, I don't want to.
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#50. I'm too tired to fight against you anymore, too tired to say you are wrong. Too tired apologizing, keeping me uping all nighting- criming by wasting my precious timing. Straggling against what I once called charming.
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#51. Make your choice and make it quick, either build a real heart, or get out of my way QUICK.
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#52. He's just not that into you, if he doesn't have a heart.
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#54. This is the power of my heart. This is what I call sihr halal.
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#56. ... ..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him.
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#57. What had I done? Where was my fun? I wanted play, I wanted sun, he was the opposite - I called him Zum because he's an un-fun, the sort of mean-fun bully on the playground-fun. Mean Mr. Zum.
This was madness, this was badness this was sadness this was too much un-fun-ness.
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#58. 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.
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#59. The world I held so closely, she played me like a game,
I released and left her laughing to stand on my own two feet.
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#60. Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.
Words you can't have back, so they linger.
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#61. My insides turn outward in acknowledgement of your absence. My heart slips out of my chest and down into my gut.
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#62. I'm ready, I'm bursting with color
I'm highlighed in the best this world has to offer -
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#63. 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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#64. You'll lie again, you'll do it again. Friends, not friends, friends, not friends, I'm on your dime, I'm on your time, and I don't exist where there is a YOU.
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#65. 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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#66. Our stations in life, our difference of cultures, the pain-laid men who raised us - forbid us to be us. They have brainwashed us. We feel we should believe the polarity between us.
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#67. He's a gypsy killer. He has a special gypsy killing knife.
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#68. Time to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning.
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#71. Just friends? Alright friend we won't kiss goodnight, and I won't hold you tight and wish that you were mine just for one night. I will separate my dreams from my eyes, separate my heart from my spine, keep clean the lines between my hands and your innards.
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#72. Just friends, over and over you said it again - -then you kissed me.
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#73. My boy of steel. My man of honor. My perfect friend. My timeless soldier.
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#74. 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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#75. [Happily broken] arms unlocked. Eyes wide open.
Eager. Torn apart. Heart explosive.
Fingers composing [Happily broken].
Come in, come in. I am ready. I am open.
Happy to be open [Happily broken].
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#76. 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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#77. I hope you stand there for me, even though I won't be listening, I hope you speak like I am hearing, that's the man you are to me, that's the only man I want to keep here inside of me. That's the man you can be, and that's the man I will take with me.
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#78. Life is wonderful when you're the one to write it.
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#80. It is in this darkness that I have found all light - somehow become so bright, a shooting star on a stormy night.
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#81. Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.
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#82. When it's just you, just me, no one around to tell us how we should be - I know we could have made it. I know we could have fought it. I know we could have conquered.
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#84. 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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#86. Here I sit like a brainless robot writing the uncensored, chaotic, evil thoughts springing about in my temperamental female brain.
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#87. Poor Mr. Zum now he was un-fun and had no funs left who wanted to entertain him. What a qerbackle, what an un-fun pickle to be in.
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#88. I hate you. I hate you like the girl who hates cake because it makes her fat and she can't stop eating it.
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#89. She has been trying to pull her worth from him for so long. She has been trying to extract her beauty from his skin. She has been dying to be loved by him again ... but he will always leave her empty
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#90. You're in my blood spreading through my heart - pumping me numb.
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#91. Fuck you perfectionism. Without you, I am brilliant.
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#92. 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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#94. I had hoped to be disliked by most, not by way of rebellion, but by way of excellence, disdain for the habitual, and the common man's inability to grasp this. The act of being scorned? I saw it as a victory, my irreverent boast against this world which could never fully quench me.
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#95. 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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#96. 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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#97. You can only use someone for so long before you dry them out. How long does a muse last? When do you let them loose?
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#98. 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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#100. 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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