Two friends are ordering lunch. One says, 'I'm in the mood for a burger, ' and orders it. The other says, 'I'm in the mood for a burger, ' but remembers that there are things more important to him than what he is in the mood for at any given moment, and orders something else. Who is the sentimentalist? Jonathan Safran Foer
I'm not sentimental-- I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald
I drive around the streetsan inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality andpossible love.
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Charles Bukowski
It is, therefore, a great source of virtue for the practiced mind to learn, bit by bit, first to change about in visible and transitory things, so that afterwards it may be possible to leave them behind altogether. The man who finds his homeland sweet...
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Hugh Of SaintVictor
The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.
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Janet Fitch
When it seems you are having too much fun, then a switch turns on in your head and makes you think; if only there were a way to take a snapshot of this moment and place it into a mason jar next to some peach...
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A.H. Scott
More Quotes By Jonathan Safran Foer
I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I...
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.
If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to...
In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to the reservoir. Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same place, and in the morning the weatherman...
Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying. I do not know how to try. There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt...
