Sentimental Quotes

“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

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

“Let them not cold-call our attention, besiege our feelings, and disturb our dreams, those dealers in phony compassion selling wishful thinking through merchandising sentimental poppycock. ("Like a frozen image")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“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,

“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,

“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 Alder

“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

“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

“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

“...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

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

“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

“It’s always the little things you remember people by, all the little things they did because they wanted to do them for you.”
― Tom Godwin, The Cold Equations and Other Stories

“...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

“What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“Suns can’t see their own light.”
― Lancali ., I Fell in Love with Hope

“You brought me back to life, she wrote him once.
That sounds like a line from a sentimental Hollywood movie.
Sorry, she wrote.
Don't be, he returned. I like Hollywood movies, I am sentimental.”
― Margie Orford, The Eye of the Beholder

“And kissed her trembling honest mouth almost as if he had been a man—not quite—but almost.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Making of a Marchioness

“—Debiste darme la oportunidad de elegir.
—Lo sé —afirmó.
Posó las manos en sus mejillas y acercó su rostro al de ella.
—Lo habríamos solucionado de alguna forma. —Tocó la punta de su nariz, donde apenas ya se le veían las pecas que tenía de joven.
—Carlo, yo…
Este siseó, acallándola, y volvió a mirarla a los ojos.
—Siempre lo hacíamos. Los dos. Juntos —le indicó, y selló sus palabras atrapando sus labios con un beso que pretendía ser delicado pero que se tornó poco a poco en apasionado.
Si no hubiera sido por el estallido de los fuegos artificiales en el cielo y por la euforia de los reunidos en el pueblo, que liberaron multitud de farolillos, ninguno de los dos sabría cómo habría terminado esa escena.
Ese beso…”
― Merche Diolch, Deseo que me recuerdes

“Las mentiras son verdades a medias.
Las verdades a medias son afirmaciones silenciosas.
Las afirmaciones son el valor que poseemos para decir lo que queremos.”
― Merche Diolch, Deseo que me recuerdes

“People think that intimacy is about sex.
But intimacy is about truth.
When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is “You’re safe with me”—that’s intimacy.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid

“...—Eres preciosa. Incluso tu oscuridad está llena de colores. De flores. —...”
― Carla Sáenz, Love Levi

“Todos sabemos ponernos excusas a nosotros mismos para no hacer lo que deseamos”
― Carla Sáenz, Love Levi

“—¿Te gustan los tacos? —le pregunto.
—¿Qué? ¿Es que estás siempre pensando en comida?
—Sí, evidentemente. Y, ¿sabes qué? Que los tacos se rompen, todo el tiempo. Pero a todo el mundo le gustan. —Sonrío, satisfecha con mi ejemplo—. ¿O es que tú no recoges los trocitos pequeños que se quedan en el fondo del plato con las puntas de tus dedos?
—¿Me estás diciendo que soy como un taco?
—Te estoy diciendo que, si te rompes, recogeré tus trocitos.
—¿Y te los comerás?
—Y me los comeré.”
― Carla Sáenz, Love Levi

“When I write about him I write about myself. When I write about his dog I write about myself; when I write about the house I write about myself. Man, house, dog: no matter what the word, through it I stretch out a hand to you.”
― J.M Coetzee

“El nudo en mi garganta
sube y baja,
como una montaña rusa
mientras intento soltarme,
pero el miedo me nubla.”
― Astrid Steinhaus, Mañana dejo de fumar

“Que el espectro de tu mirada
te haga más valiente
y que torne más tenue
a quien quiera apaciguarte.”
― Astrid Steinhaus, Mañana dejo de fumar

“Y hay tantas formas de irse
y de no volver a verse
que es duro saber
y cuesta,
que, aunque estemos en el mismo planeta,
no estamos bajo el mismo sol.”
― Astrid Steinhaus, Mañana dejo de fumar

“He needed certainty and routine, craving the sense of calm and organization it brought him. But loving Dani was akin to setting a bull loose in the china shop of his life. Sure, he could try to stop it, but it would be useless. Instead, he gave in to it, his anxiety soothed and repaired by the consistency of her affection. No matter the craziness they would have to deal with—and given the nature of their lives there would be a lot—he knew they'd get through it together. Because she'd earned his trust.”
― Tracey Livesay, The Duchess Effect