Quotes About Sentiment

The fear of forgetting anything precious can trigger in us the wish to raise a structure, like a paperweight to hold down our memories. We might even follow the example of the Countess of Mount Edgcumbe, who in the late eighteenth century had a thirty-foot-high Neoclassical obelisk erected on a hill on the outskirts of Plymouth, in memory of an unusually sensitive pig called Cupid, whom she did not hesitate to call a true friend.

The fear of forgetting anything precious can trigger in us the wish to raise a structure, like a paperweight to hold down our memories.

He saw that first love had come with a bundle of other firsts, which he took hold of like a wonderful but worrying bouquet.

How often do parents nostalgically reflect on their children when they were younger? It is easy to look at photographs and miss those cute, plump-faced, miniature versions of the gawky and resentful specimens they have become.

Three syllables and three thousand memories.

Nu hield ik erg van groot en zacht, dat doe ik nog. Ik ging trouw naar bed met een vossebont dat vreselijk verhaarde en kleine glimmende kraaloogjes had. Het is tot nu toe mijn grootste liefde gebleven, samen met de geelgerande watertor, een half jaar gehouden in een zinken emmer, toen ging hij dood; en wellicht die poedel gekocht bij de dames Heuvel van de speelgoedwinkel, zelf uitgezocht, ja, ik had goede ouders.

So many of the loveliest things in England are melancholy.

in her mother's wedding gown

Dominic Sandbrook

Malone no es un gran admirador de Dios, e imagina que el sentimiento es mutuo. Le gustaría hacerle un montón de preguntas; pero, si alguna vez estuvieran en la misma habitación, Dios probablemente cerraría la boca, contrataría a un abogado y permitiría que fuera su hijo quien acabara en la silla eléctrica.

Not everything worth keeping has to be useful.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always. Conrad at twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, even seventeen years old. For the rest of my life, I would think of him fondly, the way you do your first pet, the first car you drove. Firsts were important.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always. Conrad at twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, even seventeen years old.

A memory, pressed into my heart like a leaf in a book.

She'd known me my whole life. It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing a part of yourself.

It's the connection between two people that can't be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can't ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them.

It's probably because you were each other's firsts. That's why you can't let each other go. I've heard that's how it is with firsts, especially with guys.

I had felt guilty but honored. Genevieve liked me best. We were close,closer than with anyone else. The bracelets were proof. How cheaply I was bought then, with just a bracelet made out of string.

I suppose I'll say it all started with a love letter.

But the really special thing I've included is my letter, the one I wrote to him so long ago, the one that brought us together. I wanted to keep it, but something felt right about Peter having it. One day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. It's the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours.

I felt a sudden rush of affection for her. Nostalgia, a shared history, counted for a lot. More than I'd realized.

For my birthday that August, Conrad gave me a glass unicorn. Not the small one, but the big one that cost twenty dollars. Its horn broke off during one of Jeremiah and Steven's wrestling matches, but I kept it. I kept it right on top of my bureau. How could I have thrown such a gift away?

Love letters. Of all the things I save, I guess you could say my love letters are my most prized possession.