Quotes About Sentiment

There is magic in the memory of schoolboy friendships; it softens the heart, and even affects the nervous system of those who have no heart.

It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.

Should I smile because we're friends, or cry because that's all we'll ever be.

I want to be happy and sad at the same time. Yeah, I know it sounds sappy.

Sometimes people are ashamed to talk about these things, but I know so many people who would never throw away their old shitty T-shirts or pullovers that are falling apart because of the comfort they get from those clothes. Everybody is vulnerable.

When the things you love exist only inside your memory they cannot be destroyed or taken from you.

Tambien siento un leve resquemor frente a lo cursi, y a mi lo cursi me parece justamente eso: andar simpre con el corazon en la mano

en todo lo cursi hay siempre un carozo de realidad

Love is like the little red toy wagon you get for your Christmas or your sixth birthday. It makes you deliriously happy and you just can't leave it alone. But sooner or later the wheels come off. Then you leave it in a corner and forget it. Falling in love is great. Being in love is a disaster

Besides, some things just can't make the leap from past to present, and that hat was not a leaper.

It's often the material things that provide the essence of memory.

The heart is a repository of vanished things:

Remove the sentiment of love and discover how dangerously fragile are rendered one's ties to the familiar world. How seductive the possibility of utter change.

Football is all about sentiment; if it weren't then we'd all support Manchester United.

It's funny; in this era of e-mail and voice mail and all those things that even I did not grow up with, a plain old paper letter takes on amazing intimacy.

-"He loved her...It was noble of him. It was beautiful."-"It was stupid.

I… have an unnatural fondness for him, Duchess. One might even say that I love him. As a man should love a woman, really." "Well, I would imagine the mechanics of that would be different.

I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.

The one charm of the past is that it is the past.

Women prefer emotions to reasoning.

Women still remember the first kiss after men have forgotten the last.

I trust you is a better compliment than I love you

L onging O ver V arious E motions

To friends, she sent bouquets, and to some of her numerous correspondents—over one thousand of her letters have been found—pressed flowers.