Quotes About Sentiment

The lesson of 2008 is that ultimately our markets are driven by confidence.

Markets tend to always overshoot when they get really ebullient.

Joanna has an unmanageable lump in her throat and wonders why it's always the happy memories that make her cry.

On the day I left, when I gave her a gold bracelet, she kissed me and told me not to come back, as things were never as good the second time. She was God's gift to bachelors, that girl.

How memory conspires with objects of human craft, pressing time flat, inciting a tender reminiscence.

People getting older become more fond of objects. I think this is true. Particular things. A leather-bound book, a piece of furniture, a photograph, a painting, the frame that holds the painting. These things make the past seem permanent. A baseball signed by a famous player, long dead. A simple coffee mug. Things we trust. They tell an important story. A person's life, all those who entered and left, there's a depth, a richness.

This sentiment was expressed not so much in words and actions as in terrible and articulate sounds

I barely forget the times I had in this room, he said.

Old books had always filled Brunetti with nostalgia for centuries in which he had not lived.

He looked at his wedding ring, twirled it around once or twice with his thumb. What pleasure it gave him to touch it, as though it were some sort of cult object, invested with magic powers, always near at hand, like a friendly spirit.

But I am getting sentimental. Sometimes, when I think about these things, I do.

Yet every time I remembered it I was suffused with a glow of warmth.

The best trades are the ones in which you have all three things going for you: fundamentals, technicals, and market tone.

think the great American public would be pleased.

I waved and cried and smiled at the same time like Mum and Mrs Mack, so Sandy and Jeff remember us smiling not sobbing as they left.

I would like to show you how to love as I love; and this sentiment alone would raise you above your kind. But human pride aspires to other enjoyments; its natural disquiet prevents it from laying hold of any happiness if it cannot envisage a greater one in the offing.

Ay, amor mío, no estoy triste, no, pero te quiero. Es un modo distinto de sufrir.

Sabia que não ia voltar mas continuava pensando com tanta força. Como quando se tira um vestido velho do baú, um vestido que não é para usar, só para olhar. Só para ver como ele era. Depois a gente dobra de novo e guarda mas não se cogita em jogar fora ou dar. Acho que saudade é isso.

The radio was on and that was the first time I heard that song, the one I hate. Whenever I hear it all I can think of is that very day riding in the front seat with Lucy leaning against me and the smell of Juicy Fruit making me want to throw up. How can a song do that? Be like a net that catches a whole entire day, even a day whose guts you hate? You hear it and all of a sudden everything comes hanging back in front of you, all tangled up in that music.

The problem with nostalgia is what we tend to do is only remember what you like and you forget the parts you didn't like

It was simple: one lived by irony and sentiment, one observed convention. What might have been was one more subject for detached and ironic observation; as was what might be. One surrendered, in other words; one learnt to be what one was.

The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.

There was something about the Midwest in her that Wallingford loved.

Idiot Wind." Jack would always remember that song.)