Quotes About Sentiment

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

That letter you wrote

I've barely thought about this place, and now that it's disappearing, I'm sad. It's like all childhood toys, I suppose. It doesn't become important until you don't have it anymore.

Ett minne, bevarat i mitt hjärta som ett löv mellan sidorna i en bok.

It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

Let's take a selfie." "We can't; our phones are dead, remember? We'll just have to have the memory in our hearts like the old days.

I'll never forget you. I'll never forget your voice or your face or your dumb jokes. And i'll never forget your love.

I like wearing my wedding ring, it's nice.

Why do people give each other flowers? To celebrate various important occasions, they're killing living creatures? Why restrict it to plants? 'Sweetheart, let's make up. Have this deceased squirrel.

Nie by? to przecie? jedyny cz?owiek, którego kocha?em. Ale by? ostatnim, i to go czyni dla mnie po dzi? dzie? jedynym.

Wes imagined that, in some other distant world, if he remembered nothing else about his father, he would remember that his hand trembled when he drank water. That, or the fact that his eyes teared up whenever he heard "Brown-Eyed Girl" on the radio.

I am a hopeless romantic.

At the risk of hurting your feelings, I think you should know that some kisses are more special than others.

but there is a difference between loving someone and having the ability to feel that love.

Sweet words. Gentle deceptive balm. Help, love, to belong together, to come back again— words, sweet words. Nothing but words. How many words existed for this simple, wild, cruel attraction of two bodies! What a rainbow of imagination, lies, sentiment, and self-deception enclosed it!

Indeed, anti-immigration sentiment in America would remain strong into 1938, when a Fortune poll reported that some two-thirds of those surveyed favored keeping refugees out of the country.

Thanks to my mother, not a single cardboard box has found its way back into society. We receive gifts in boxes from stores that went out of business twenty years ago.

I am deeply sensitive to the spell of nationalism. I can play about thirty Bohemian folk songs ... on my mouth-organ. My oldest friend, who is Czech and a patriot, cannot bear to hear me play them because he says I do it in such a schmalzy way, 'crying into the mouth organ'. I do not think I could have written the book on nationalism which I did write, were I not capable of crying, with the help of a little alcohol, over folk songs, which happen to be my favourite form of music.

I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.

Good-bye, you chaps," Mike said. "It was a damned fine fiesta." "So long, Mike," Bill said. "I'll see you around," I said. "Don't worry about money," Mike said. "You can pay for the car, Jake, and I'll send you my share." "So long, Mike." "So long, you chaps. You've been damned nice." We all shook hands. We waved from the car to Mike. He stood in the road watching.

Yo no quería darte un beso de despedida ese era el problema . Quería darte un beso de buenas noches. Hay una gran diferencia

She'd been surprised by the pang that the idea of the place gave her. She didn't think of herself as a romantic about location, even though she was secretly romantic about everything.

It's impossible to repay something that has no price. Some say everything in the world–everything, with no exception–has a price. It's not true. There are things with no price, things that are priceless. But you realise it belatedly: when you lose them, you lose them forever and nothing can get them back for you. I have lost many such things. Which is why I can't help you today.

a memory from one's youth is a lovely thing. It's not easy to get rid of such a memento. Even if now it's passé and pompously banal.