Quotes About Sentiment

More and more commonly, the strongest public sentiment is one of profound loathing - subversive loathing of 'the hegemonic discourse,' Western loathing of the East, Eastern loathing of the West, secular loathing of believers, religious loathing of the secular. Sweeping, unmitigated loathing surges like vomit from the depths of this or that misery. Such extreme loathing is a component of fanaticism in all its guises.

And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories.

Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?

When you touch a man's nostalgia, he is yours.

When you touch a man's nostalgia, he is yours.

Do you know why that is? Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?

He prizes the mattresses even more, though they have big holes in them, because of sentimental reasons.

Pop, I said, isn't this shit vaulable? Not to me, son.

Di una data cosa la lingua ne esprime il concetto, mentre della medesima cosa il dialetto ne esprime il sentimento.

The best investors don't get persuaded by stock blips or charts. It's about staying ahead of the curve—anticipating changes in sentiment. You've got to anticipate what newspaper headlines will say next.

Why, Sir, if you were to read Richardson for the story, your impatience would be so much fretted that you would hang yourself. But you must read him for the sentiment, and consider the story as only giving occasion to the sentiment.

ALDERLIEVEST  (ALDERLI'EVEST)   adj. superl.[from ald, alder, old, elder, and lieve, dear, beloved.]Most beloved; which has held the longest possession of the heart. The mutual conference that my mind hath had,By day, by night, waking, and in my dreams,In courtly company, or at my beads,With you, mine alderlievest sovereign;Makes me the bolder to salute my kingWith ruder terms.Shakesp.Henry VI. p.

I will venture to say, that in no writings whatever can be found more bark and steel for the mind, if I may use the expression; more that can brace and invigorate every manly and noble sentiment. No. 32 on patience, even under extreme misery, is wonderfully lofty, and as much above the rant of stoicism, as the Sun of Revelation is brighter than the twilight of Pagan philosophy.

The New Héloise in the field of sentiment and of the relation of the sexes, The Social Contract In political theory, and Émile in matters of education, were books whose influence upon Coleridge's generation it would be hard to estimate

Happy Birthday, Jennifer. And a pencil-line drawing of a house. And under a piece of Scotch tape a ring, just a cheap ring with a blue glass stone. I'm back , it read. Love, Cameron Quick.

because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. no matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment.

I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it.

Never underestimate the corrective lens that is sentimentality.

In the gravedigger scene in act V, Hamlet looks upon an anonymous skull and jokes that even Alexander the Great decomposed into dust that could have been used to plug a beer barrel. But when Hamlet is shown this skull of his old friend Yorick, the prince becomes unspeakably sentimental and sad because he knew him.

Sentiment and brutality, never one without the other, like fossils and oil.

am I not the same being who once enjoyed an excess of happiness, who at every step saw paradise open before him, and whose heart was ever expanded towards the whole world? and this heart is now dead; no sentiment can revive it. my eyes are dry; and my senses, no more refreshed by the influence of soft tears, wither and consume my brain.

You bid me burn your letters. But I must forget you first.

I myself walked at the funeral of tenderness.