More quotes by Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

"My coffee cup is empty. Why don't you pour your love in and wake up my soul?"
"Clutching to your fading youth is like trying to hang on to a handful of smoke. Just breathe deeply and you’ll be OK."
"She brews a bruise on my heart, and drinks it like a beer. She calls it love, but she would, because she’s drunk on my torment."
"She cuts me deep with her words, with her withholding of words, and with her knife. I’m not sure which is the most painful."
"Apparently I’m transparent—with my feelings, not with my body. I’m an emotional ghost, and if you can’t see my love for you it’s because it’s dead."