Quotes About Sentiment

The west is dead. You may lose a sweetheart but you never forget her.

There was a deceptive air about her that fascinated him; she was natural yet beguiling, and he'd calculated that copulation with her would be a refreshing development, that she would bring something to his sexual intercourse that had been lacking for a long while. By doing nothing at all, she formented a diverse jumble of sentiment that had him craving more than a heedless carnal encounter. Perhaps his heart had not turned to stone, after all.

had beloved friends whom I sometimes referred to as family, but our commitments to each other were informal and intermittent, more familial in word than in deed. Blood is thicker than water, my mother had always said when I was growing up, a sentiment I'd often disputed. But it turned out that it didn't matter whether she was right or wrong. They both flowed out of my cupped palms.

I cannot pretend to feel impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.

Whenever I think about the past, it just brings back so many memories.

The happy day in which, sweet heart, for you, A rosier tint o'erspreads this breast of mine, Sending its message through Saint Valentine.

That's the problem with falling in love. It makes you start talking like a bad country song

Public sentiment is everything, said Lincoln. With public sentiment, nothing can fail. Without it, nothing can succeed.

According to psychiatrists, the loathing such killers feel for their mothers becomes projected onto all females, resulting in what crime writer Stephen Michaud calls "malignant misogyny." Women come to be seen as noxious, disgusting creatures that deserve whatever horrors are inflicted on them—a sentiment chillingly expressed by "Hillside Strangler" Kenneth Bianchi, who steadfastly defended his atrocities.

Yet some striking exceptions there are among us, from the fact that the negro is naturally more impressible to religious sentiment than the white.

The gift to appreciate and the sense to feel the finer shades and relations of moral things, often seems an attribute of those whose whole life shows a careless disregard of them. Hence Moore, Byron, Goethe, often speak words more wisely descriptive of the true religious sentiment, than another man, whose whole life is governed by it. In such minds, disregard of religion is a more fearful treason,—a more deadly sin.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

The past is nothing and we are in love with it.

All the objects you gifted me cannot replace your love.

Rosie was also used to conflicting emotions, for she was a mother and knew every moment of every day that no one out in the world could ever love or value or nurture her children as well as she could and yet that it was necessary nonetheless to send them out into that world anyway.

I feel that my tendency to acquire books is rather like someone smoking two packs a day: it's a terrible vice that I wish I could shuck. I love my books, and with all their dog-ears and underlinings they are irreplaceable; but I sometimes wish they'd just vanish. ~ Claire Messud, author of The Emperor's Child.

how you feel about the product, not in a physical sense, but in a perceptual sense.

A man's sentiments are generally just and right, while it is second selfish thought which makes him trim and adopt some other view. The best reforms are worked out when sentiment operates, as it does in women, with the indignation of righteousness.

What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet. You can wash it, and wash it, and still never forget what has transpired - a word which here means 'happened, and made everybody sad'.

stripped of all but a single, last possession, a ring, a photograph, or letter that represented everything dearest and forever left behind that they somehow hoped, it being so small, they would be able to take with them. He had such a letter, from Enid. The days I spent with you were the greatest days of my life Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Every author who writes on a variety of topics will have sometimes occasion to describe what he has himself felt.

Is not general incivility the very essence of love?

I think you are in very great danger of making him as much in love with you as ever.

The I examined my own heart. And there you were. Never, I fear, to be removed.