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“I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue.

Now, I can’t look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each letter.

Your name, which I played with so carelessly, so easily, has somehow become sacred to my lips.

A name I won’t throw around lightheartedly or repeat without deep thought.

And if ever I speak of you, I use the English language to describe who you were to me. You are nameless, because those letters grouped together in that familiar formâ€�.. carries too much meaning for my capricious heart.”
― Jamie Weise

“You can’t have trust without fairness”
― Hanna Hasl-Kelchner, Seeking Fairness at Work: Cracking the New Code of Greater Employee Engagement, Retention & Satisfaction

“Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.”
― Edward Abbey

“Some people will tell you there is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Letters and Social Aims

“If it’s going to be a world with no time for sentiment, it’s not a world that I want to live in.”
― Christopher Isherwood, A Single Man

“Real leadership is treating your least favorite employee the same as your favorite”
― Hanna Hasl-Kelchner, Seeking Fairness at Work: Cracking the New Code of Greater Employee Engagement, Retention & Satisfaction

“All sentiment is right; because sentiment has a reference to nothing beyond itself, and is always real, wherever a man is conscious of it. But all determinations of the understanding are not right; because they have a reference to something beyond themselves, to wit, real matter of fact; and are not always conformable to that standard.”
― David Hume, Of the Standard of Taste and Other Essays

“What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

“The West's post-Holocaust pledge that genocide would never again be tolerated proved to be hollow, and for all the fine sentiments inspired by the memory of Auschwitz, the problem remains that denouncing evil is a far cry from doing good.”
― Philip Gourevitch, We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families

“What we need now are heroes and heroines, about a million of them, one brave deed is worth a thousand books. Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.”
― Edward Abbey

“Miles of junk to throw out -- how do you decide what to keep when everything is sentiment.”
― Staceyann Chin

“For her, sex was nothing more than an itch. And this phsychological and physiological neutrality of hers at once relieved her of so many human emotions and sentiments and desires. Sexual neutrality was the essence of coldness in an individual. It was a great and wonderful thing to be born with.”
― Ian Fleming, From Russia with Love

“Eko brushed a tear from her eye, and Immo jeered at her, but father held up a hand. "Never mock a tender heart," he said.”
― Orson Scott Card, The Lost Gate

“Bad movies and bad writing and easy cliches still manage to make us feel things toward each other. Part of me is disgusted by this. Part of me celebrates it.”
― Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams

“Nice to be back, Kaz.

Good to have you back, Wraith.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“Suenos. Dulces Suenos.
He must be painting upstairs.
I can feel it.
I remember when his father was just a baby and I called her Mama for the first time and she became Mama for all of us; Mama de la casa and his father would wake up in the middle of the night and scream in his crib and nothing would make him stop, nada, and Mama would get so exhausted she would turn her back to me and cry in her pillow.
I would smooth her hair-it was black, Basilio, as black as an olive-and I would turn on the radio (electricity, Basilio, in the middle of the night), to maybe calm the baby and listen to something besides the screaming.
Mama liked the radio, Basilio, and we listened while your father cried-cantante negra, cantante de almas azules-and it made us feel a little better, helped us make it through.
I had to get up early to catch the streetcar to the shipyard, but when the crying finally stopped sometimes the sun would be ready to pop and Mama's breathing would slow down and her shoulders would move like gentle waves, sleeping but still listening, like I can hear her now on this good bed, and Basilio-Mira, hombre, I will not tell you this again-if I moved very close and kissed her shoulders, she would turn to face me and we would have to be quiet Basilio, under the music, very, very quiet....
So this I want to know, Basilio.
This, if you want to live on Macon Street for another minute.
Can you paint an apple baked soft in the oven, an apple filled with cinnamon and raisins?
Can you paint such a woman?
Are you good enough yet with those brushes so that she will step out of your pictures to turn on the radio in the middle of the night?
Will she visit an old man on his death bed?
If you cannot do that, Basilio, there is no need for you to live here anymore.”
― Rafael Alvarez

“- A sentyment staje siÄ™ uciążliwy. W koÅ„cu jest coÅ› nazbyt fizycznego w próbie zachowania czÄ…stki dzieciÅ„stwa na swoim mostku.
- Nie pan pierwszy sprowadza wiarÄ™ do zmysÅ‚u dotyku.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin

“In fact, neither reader nor writer nor lover achieves such consumation. The words we read and the words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.”
― Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet

“Lucrezia Borgia couldn't be moved by the sentiment, nor could she forgive the insult. Old woman. Old.”
― Gregory Maguire, Mirror Mirror

“As children we got so we could tell time by the sun pretty well, and would know by the light in the room when we opened our eyes that it was seven o'clock and time to get  up for school, and later that it was almost ten and then almost noon and almost three o'clock and time to be dismissed. School ran strictly by clocks, the old Regulators that Mr. Hamburger was always fiddling with, adding and subtracting paper clips on the pendulum to achieve perfect time, but we were sensitive to light, knowing how little was available to us as winter came on, and always knew what time it was - as anyone will who leads a regular life in a familiar place. My poor great-grandpa,when his house burned down when Grandma left the bread baking in the summer kitchen oven to go visit the Berges and they built the new one facing west instead of south: they say he was confused the rest of his life and never got straightened out even when he set up his bed in the parlor ( which faced north as his former bedroom had): he lived in a twilight world for some time and then moved in his mind to the house he'd grown up in, and in the end didn't know one day from another until he died." Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil," but there's more than one kind of of shadow, and when a man loses track, it can kill him. Not even the siren could have saved my great-grandpa. He died of misdirection.”
― Garrison Keillor, Lake Wobegon Days

“Too must sentiment and no reason, destroys both the path and the pedestrian.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Giants in Jeans: 100 Sonnets of United Earth

“The growth of Sentiment is the increase of suffering; man is never entirely miserable until he finds out how wronged he is and fancies that he sees far ahead a possible freedom.”
― Charles Godfrey Leland, Aradia: Gospel of the Witches

“Creating a division among people is to create control over people. If you control on the resources letting overconsumption on one side leads to hunger and death of the other! - Judy”
― Abhishek Ghosh, The Paradise Conflict

“He did not begin by tearing down, or by painting so intense a picture of misery and injustice that you burned to change the world. Instead, he aroused in you a sense of your own capacities for work, for accomplishment. He made you feel that you and all men had great and generous hearts with which to love God. If you once recognized this fact in yourself you would expect and find it in others.”
― Dorothy Day, The Long Loneliness: The Autobiography of the Legendary Catholic Social Activist

“That’s the issue with being a teenager: you need guidance and help, but you don’t need to be torn apart, ordered around, and dehumanized. Why the fuck don’t parents get it? Why, why, why?”
― C.M. Stunich, Stolen Crush

“Las mentiras son verdades a medias.
Las verdades a medias son afirmaciones silenciosas.
Las afirmaciones son el valor que poseemos para decir lo que queremos.”
― Merche Diolch, Deseo que me recuerdes

“Rich with empty hearts, they don't know what love is, if not the love of money.

Poor with overflowing hearts, they don't know what riches are, if there is no wealth of love.”
― Antonio Carlos Pinto, All loves: Lifelong Love - Unforeseen Passions!

“And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers—shrivelled now, and brown and flat and brittle—to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.”
― Wells H,G, The Time Machine

“Man cannot do without feelings, but the moment they are considered values in themselves, criteria of truth, justifications for kinds of behavior, they become frightening. The noblest of national sentiments stand ready to justify the greatest of horrors, and man, his breast swelling with lyric fervor, commits atrocities in the sacred name of love.”
― Milan Kundera, Jacques and His Master: An Homage to Diderot in Three Acts

“When you behold the increasing hate in the heart of humanity, you can't help but wonder what happened to love.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Pour Like Rain