Quotes About Sentiment

You cant make your mind forget what your heart wont, good memories may fade from the mind but great memories live on through the heart.

Forgetting you is like forgetting a tattoo permanently stuck on my body. The difference is you are stuck to my heart.

I wish I had more than these words to let you know how much I care of you.

When I miss you I re-read our old conversations.

Every time I read our old conversations, I realize how close we used to be.

Sometimes you miss the feeling, the memories, not the person.

Memories are always special... Sometimes we laugh by remembering the days we cried, and we cry by remembering the days that we laughed.

There are songs that can really make you sad and cry when you hear them. But it's actually not the song that makes you cry, its the people behind the memories...

One tear rolling down a cheek can hold a thousand memories.

It makes me sad whenever I remember the moments that made me smile.

The flowers will die, the sun will set, but you are someone I'll never forget. Your name's too precious, it will never grow old, it's engraved in my heart with letters of gold.

If two past lovers can remain friends, either they never were in love or they still are.

When I love you it's real and when you get on my bad side, I hate you.

First love, the love that clings to your heart forever, no matter how much pain it has caused, no matter how many tears have fallen, first loves will never leave.

You can not easily drop a person out of your mind. Especially when that person left a special mark on your heart.

Reading old messages and remembering how it use to be.

The Irish have a flair for wringing from death the last drop of emotion and they do not quite understand those who react otherwise.

He'd seen a lot of bizarre items left at gravesides, like a carton of eggs, a pair of reading glasses, a bag of licorice, smooth stones, a spoon.

... our objects, bibelots, whatnots, and knickknacks-say the most about who we are. They are as honest as a diary.

Nothing is more consuming, or more illogical, than the desire for remembrance.

I'd much rather send my friends letters rather than emails.

Every time I do a game on TBS, I wear these: my dad's cuff links from 1958.

You don't like Liverpool: you either loathe it or you love it. And I don't know anyone who loathes it and comes from it.

I have had this interesting love affair with London and England, though I don't know how London feels about me.