Sentimental Quotes

Quotes tagged as "sentimental" (showing 1-30 of 73)
Crystal Woods
“I know I'm not going to be in your head all the time. But once you know me, I'll be forever in your heart. ”
Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading

Thomas   Moore
“Go where we may, rest where we will,
Eternal London haunts us still.”
Thomas Moore

E.A. Bucchianeri
“While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn’t sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn’t such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all.”
E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

E.A. Bucchianeri
“Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear and understand, words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables.”
E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

Shannon L. Alder
“The most introspective of hearts tends to be the most sentimental. We cling to the smallest moments from our past because we fear that emotion will never come our way again.”
Shannon L. Alder

Crystal Woods
“I want to take all our best moments, put them in a jar, and take them out like cookies and savor each one of them forever.”
Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading

Alessandra Torre
“There is nothing like young love. It comes at a time before the heart knows to protect itself, when everything important is raw and exposed—the perfect environment for a soul-sucking, heart-crushing burst.”
Alessandra Torre, The Ghostwriter

Louis Auchincloss
“Only little boys and old men sneer at love.”
Louis Auchincloss

“There are some things that don't change much. I find the smell of a dish, or the way a certain spice is crushed, or just a quick look at the way something has been put on a plate, can pull me back to another place and time. I love those memories that seem so far away, yet you can hold them and carry them with you, even forget them, and then, with a single taste or hint or a smell, be chaperoned back to a beautiful moment.”
Tessa Kiros

Karen Quan
“I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.”
Karen Quan, Write like no one is reading

Sarah Palin
“...Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country.
He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
...He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life-or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.
He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to "square-away" those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking.
...Just as did his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over two hundred years.
He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
And now we have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to war when our nation calls us to do so.
As you go to bed tonight, remember this. A short lull, a little shade, and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.”
Sarah Palin, America by Heart: Reflections on Family, Faith, and Flag

André Aciman
“I wish I could be with you all,' I responded, getting all worked up myself over someone I had almost entirely stopped thinking about. Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer.”
André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

James Patterson
“Oz thinks I'm beautiful," she whispered to the stars.”
James Patterson, The Lake House

Julie Otsuka
“Because the man who stood there before us was not our father. He was somebody else, a stranger who had been sent back in our father's place. That's not him, we said to our mother, That's not him, but our mother no longer seemed to hear us..."Did you...she said. "Every day," he replied. Then he got down on his knees and he took us into his arms...”
Julie Otsuka, When the Emperor Was Divine

Γιώτα Παπαδημακοπούλου
“«Ακόμη δεν λες να το καταλάβεις; Είναι αγάπη, Κρυσταλλία» της είπε, θυμίζοντάς της λόγια που της είχε πει η Μαρίνα κάποτε,σαν σε μια άλλη ζωή. «Μπορεί να μην είναι πάντα τέλεια, αλλά το σημαντικό είναι να τη βιώνεις. Η αγάπη είναι σαν το νερό. Μπορεί να σε ξεδιψάσει στις πιο απελπισμένες σου στιγμές.»
«Μπορεί, όμως, και να σε πνίξει» ψιθύρισε η Κρυσταλλία.
«Μπορεί» συμφώνησε ο Κωνσταντίνος και έφερε τα χέρια της στο στόμα του και τα φίλησε. «Αλλά είναι ένα ρίσκο που είμαι πρόθυμος να πάρω. Γιατί δεν μπορώ να φανταστώ άλλη μια μέρα μακριά σου. Δεν
μπορώ...»”
Γιώτα Παπαδημακοπούλου, Μέχρι το τέλος του χρόνου

Lang Leav
“Nothing felt like mine anymore, not after you. All those little things that defined me; small sentimental trinkets, car keys, pin codes, and passwords. They all felt like you. And more than anything else, my number - the one you boldly asked for that night, amidst a sea of people, under a sky of talking satellites and glowing stars.

You said no matter how many times you erased me from your phone, you would still recognize that number when it flashed on your screen. The series of sixes and nines, like the dip of my waist to the curves of my hips, your hands pressed into the small of my back. Nines and sixes that were reminiscent of two contented cats, curled together like a pair of speech marks. You said if you could never hold me or kiss me again, you could live with that. But you couldn't bear the thought of us not speaking and asked, at the very least, could I allow you that one thing?

I wonder what went through your mind the day you dialed my number to find it had been disconnected. If your imagination had raced with thoughts of what new city I run to and who was sharing my bed. Isn't it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours. Someone else's ring tone, someone else's broken heart. These are the things we inherit by choice or by chance.

And it wasn't my choice to love you but it was mine to leave. I don't think the moon ever meant to be a satellite, kept in loving orbit, locked in hopeless inertia, destined to repeat the same pattern over and over - to meet in eclipse with the sun - only when the numbers allowed.”
Lang Leav, Memories

Sarah Palin
“...He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively is he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.
...He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cool his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.
...He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.
He can save your life- or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.
He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to "square-away" those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking.
...Just as did his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over two hundred years.
He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to war when our nation calls us to do so.
As you go to bed tonight, remember this. A short lull, a little shade, and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.”
Sarah Palin, America by Heart: Reflections on Family, Faith, and Flag

“My kids understand what I’m doing. They’re totally saturated in it. My daughter, she’s eleven. A little while ago, she said to me, ‘Dad, I don’t care if you become a robot, but you have to keep your face. I don’t want you to replace your face.’ Personally, I don’t have any sentimental attachment to my face, any more than I have a sentimental attachment to any other part of my body. I could look like the Mars Rover for all I give a shit. But she’s pretty attached to my face, I guess.”
Tim Cannon

Terri Squires
“Happiness is....tender puppy kisses on my nose...”
Terri Squires

Writer Brigid Brophy exposes [their motives] with great precision: Whenever people say 'We mustn't be
“Writer Brigid Brophy exposes [their motives] with great precision:
"Whenever people say 'We mustn't be sentimental,' you can take it they are about to do something cruel. And if they add 'We must be realistic,' they mean they are going to make money out of it. These slogans have a long history. After being used to justify slave traders, ruthless industrialists, and contractors who had found that the most economically 'realistic' method of cleaning a chimney was to force a small child to climb it, they have now been passed on, like an heirloom, to the factory farmers. 'We mustn't be sentimental' tries to persuade us that factory farming isn't, in fact, cruel. It implies that the whole problem had been invented by our sloppy imaginations.”
Peter Cox, You Don't Need Meat

Aletheia Luna
“True healing and empowerment is about opening your heart to love. This love that I speak of isn’t the warm, fuzzy or sentimental notion of love that most people believe in and propagate. Instead, this love is fierce, strong, and unconditionally accepting.”
Aletheia Luna, Awakened Empath: The Ultimate Guide to Emotional, Psychological and Spiritual Healing

Benito Taibo
“Cada quien se va haciendo a sí mismo y encontrando nuevas afinidades, nuevos gustos, nuevas maneras de ver el mundo. Cada canción, cada sueño, cada encuentro fortuito o premeditado, cada película vista, cada libro leído te hacen una persona diferente, te determinan. Eso es lo que se llama una "educación sentimental".”
Benito Taibo

Danielle Bennett
“You want this thing, this dragonsoul, for sentimental purposes. Because you can't let go of the glory days, or you long for a memento. Something to stick up on your mantelpiece so you can look at it and remember a time when you were actually of use to the world around you, when you were more than relevant-
when you were necessary. But you've got no imagination, no idea of the power contained in something like that. You can only see what it was: a part of an antique, as useless and outdated as the broken statues you passed along your way. But we... we have true vision. We're the ones who will take the potential nearly destroyed by the likes of you, nearly lost to the desert or even shattered by your own hand, and put it to a better use.”
Danielle Bennett, Dragon Soul

Fennel Hudson
“Fine Things are reservoirs for the heart.”
Fennel Hudson, Fine Things - Fennel's Journal - No. 8

Tad Williams
“Now, ten or more years later, far away from her home or even any thought of having a home, she again touched the feeling from that long ago day, being alone but not lonely, of being solitary yet sufficient.”
Tad Williams, Shadowheart

“When she tell you that it does not matter to her how you spent your evenings know that it certainly does.
Women are sentimental in that way and they want to know how you spent your evening and with whom.

And whether you thought about them and missed them.”
Avijeet Das

“When she tells you that it does not matter to her how you spent your evening know that it certainly does. Women are sentimental in that way and they want to know how you spent your evening and with whom.

And whether you thought about them and missed them.”
Avijeet Das

Mehmet Murat ildan
“No tongue can speak more sentimental than the eyes screaming for love!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

Harper Lee
“I turned to go home. Street lights winked down the street all the way to town. I
had never seen our neighborhood from this angle. There were Miss Maudie’s,
Miss Stephanie’s—there was our house, I could see the porch swing—Miss
Rachel’s house was beyond us, plainly visible. I could even see Mrs. Dubose’s.
I looked behind me. To the left of the brown door was a long shuttered window. I
walked to it, stood in front of it, and turned around. In daylight, I thought, you
could see to the postoffice corner.
Daylight… in my mind, the night faded. It was daytime and the neighborhood
was busy. Miss Stephanie Crawford crossed the street to tell the latest to Miss
Rachel. Miss Maudie bent over her azaleas. It was summertime, and two children
scampered down the sidewalk toward a man approaching in the distance. The man
waved, and the children raced each other to him.
It was still summertime, and the children came closer. A boy trudged down the
sidewalk dragging a fishingpole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands
on his hips. Summertime, and his children played in the front yard with their
friend, enacting a strange little drama of their own invention.
It was fall, and his children fought on the sidewalk in front of Mrs. Dubose’s. The
boy helped his sister to her feet, and they made their way home. Fall, and his
children trotted to and fro around the corner, the day’s woes and triumphs on their
faces. They stopped at an oak tree, delighted, puzzled, apprehensive.
Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing
house. Winter, and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and shot a
dog.
Summer, and he watched his children’s heart break. Autumn again, and Boo’s
children needed him.
Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand
in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was
enough.”
Harper Lee, "To Kill A Mockingbird" A4 Gcse

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