I treat my thoughts like an old person treats their valuables: I cannot for the life of me proceed to throwing them out.

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.

She wanted to get some personal profit out of things, and she rejected as useless all that did not contribute to the immediate desires of her heart, being of a temperament more sentimental than artistic, looking for emotions, not landscapes.

Don't waste your breath/trying to escape/if a pure love you don't have/no one will be saved.

Writer Brigid Brophy exposes [their motives] with great precision:'Whenever people say 'We mustn't be sentimental,' you can take it they are about to do something cruel. And if they add 'We must be realistic,' they mean they are going to make money out of it. These slogans have a long history. After being used to justify slave traders, ruthless industrialists, and contractors who had found that the most economically 'realistic' method of cleaning a chimney was to force a small child to climb it, they have now been passed on, like an heirloom, to the factory farmers. 'We mustn't be sentimental' tries to persuade us that factory farming isn't, in fact, cruel. It implies that the whole problem had been invented by our sloppy imaginations.

You wanted hearts and flowers. You have my heart - & here are the flowers.

Close People Are That Closer, As They Can Share Everything With A Stranger But Not To The Really Closed Ones.

Now, ten or more years later, far away from her home or even any thought of having a home, she again touched the feeling from that long ago day, being alone but not lonely, of being solitary yet sufficient.

In the chain of events, it is arbitrary to be sentimental about the passing of any one link.

Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear and understand, words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables.