Quotes About Sentimental

For old times' sake.

The freaking Leanansidhe, deputy of Her Wickedness, with her Nietzsche and Darwin Were Sentimental Pansies outlook on life

Her choices, all. Sentimental choices, things she remembered. I remembered them too.

The imposition of a sentimental, or false, narrative on the disparate and often random experience that constitutes the life of a city or a country means, necessarily, that much of what happens in that city or country will be rendered merely illustrative, a series of set pieces, or performance opportunities.

The American Dream was so simple and so optimistic that it required no psychoanalysis, no deep sea-diving. It was as shallow, boring, and sentimental as a bad television show that had somehow become a hit.

In the late 1950s Leslie Fiedler observed that the Jewish-American novelist had internalized the stereotype of the Jew in American literature. When he sat down to write, he had trouble shaking off the hostile or sentimental images that appeared regularly in the work of gentile writers. It is impossible to overestimate the value of such an insight.

we retained no allegiance, sentimental or otherwise, to those Old World countries that we had never been welcome in and that we had no intention of ever returning to.

Precise sentences were my ideals, though in practice I was slipshod and sentimental. I began to seek a balance between improvisation and revision.

They weren't keen on sending someone to dispose of his clothing and other personal effects.

The Vine had no jukebox, but a real stereo continually playing tunes of alcoholic self-pity and sentimental divorce.

God was not some white-robed cloud king prone to sentimental meddling in human affairs. He was the iron that formed its core, and the fire in the belly of the blast furnaces that ran for a hundred years. God was the law of iron and the law of fire. God was nature and nature was God. There could not be one without the other.

They're only Scotch pearls," he said, apologetically, "but they look bonny on you." His fingers lingered a moment on my neck. "Those were your mother's pearls!" said Dougal, glowering at the necklace. "Aye," said Jamie calmly, "and now they're my wife's. Shall we go?

He wore his plaid today pinned with a brooch at the shoulder—a beautiful thing his sister had sent him from Scotland, made in the shape of two running stags, bodies bent so that they joined in a circle, heads and tails touching.

I have always been a super-emotional dude.

I'm romantic to the point of embarrassment.

I'm really, really emotional.

I have an emotional attachment with the people of Rampur.

I'm a pretty emotional person.

That's me, I'm emotional.

I'm an emotional person, a very emotional person.

I'm an emotional guy.

I am a very emotional person.

Soon we slid into the long length of the Black Sea, and the Bosporus with all its memories lay far behind. One bade it adieu, as regretful, as sentimental an adieu as though one would never again return to its blue waters.

I continue to gaze into the valley bottom of the memory. And my fear now is that as soon as a memory forms it immediately takes on the wrong light, mannered, sentimental as war and youth always are, becomes a piece of narrative written in the style of the time, which can't tell us how things really were but only how we thought we saw them, thought we said them. I don't know if I am destroying the past or saving it, the past hidden in that besieged village.