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I'm an emotional person. Sometimes I can't help it.
Fearful of sentimentality, I disown my tears and melting heart.
Witty, brooding, contemplative, explosive: take your pick.
When I have you, sweet boy, it will be because you want me to. Not against your better judgment, not in spite of my surname, and definitely not to annoy your aunt."
Stephen went red, but his voice was defiant. "Well, what was that, then?"
Crane shrugged. "You seemed tense.
You're too stupid to be craven," Pyp told him. "I am not," Grenn said. "Yes you are. If a bear attacked you in the woods, you'd be too stupid to run away.
If there is anybody I detest, it is weak-minded sentimentalists-all those melancholy people who, out of an excess of sympathy for others, miss the thrill of their own essence and drift through life without identity, like a human fog, feeling sorry for everyone.
inspirational,motivational
There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.
Incredibly fond.
Examining the actual contents of my crying, I found a quailing sludge emotion, with a foul insecticide taste. If it was a peanut, you would spit it out. Yet I was indulging this toxic goo, giving it its head and letting it dictate my actions. People had every good reason to despise me.
He thinks my hair smells like spring rain. I'm really trying to remain stoic and unaffected. I remind myself that I don't like poetic language. I don't like poetry. I don't even like people who like poetry.
But I'm not dead inside either.
If you are aware of the kind of hunger, regrets and frustrations that follows rumpy pumpy, you would stir clear from hanky panky.
I did not want to cry any more. Instead I felt hollow, empty, as if all the meaning had been sucked out of me and I was drifting, light as a skeleton leaf, at the mercy of the four winds. I was drained of tears.
I am not a sentimental person.
the kind of person who in one moment could guess, with breathtaking coldness, at the innermost sorrow in your heart, and in the next moment turn and, with a cheery wave of farewell, march blithely through a plate-glass window, requiring twenty-two stitches in his cheek.
I'm an emotional person; I do occasionally shed a tear.
I'm very emotional. That's why I wear shades a lot.
I think about Old Nick carrying me into the truck, I'm dizzy like I'm going to
fall down.
"Scared is what you're feeling," says Ma, "but brave is what you're doing."
"Huh?"
"Scaredybrave."
"Scave."
Word sandwiches always make her laugh but I wasn't being funny.
She felt dirty, ugly and tired. She felt like a marshmallow heading into a house fire armed with chocolate and graham crackers.
There's really nothing wrong with sentimentality ... Nothing I wrote is sentimental.
Sentiment, crystallized, grows into sentimentality. It lost all spontaneity, which was the essence of feeling. It was dated
old-fashioned.
Bitter and Frail, young and weak.
Smiles are useless, talk is cheap,
Give thou venom, fangs like slime,
Ugly freak for all of time.
An empty gift just from me,
Give it now, so mote it be!
I'm romantic - a sentimental person thinks things will last - a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't. Sentiment is emotional.
I like you angry better than weepy.
I don't cry to get my way," I defended my emotional inabilities, and then began wiping away the tears. "It's just this is really hard."
"Annalisa, if I thought for one second that the tears were fake, you wouldn't sway me. But, I've never seen so many honest tears in my life.
In this world, emotion has become suspect - the accepted style is smooth, antiseptic and passionless.
Sombre thoughts and fancies often require a little real soil or substance to flourish in; they are the dark pine-trees which take root in, and frown over the rifts of the scathed and petrified heart, and are chiefly nourished by the rain of unavailing tears, and the vapors of fancy.
I'm an emotional guy.
Sentimentality is the respect the cold-hearted pay to feeling.
I felt no passion, no jealousy, no nostalgia. I was hollow, clear-headed, clean, and as emotionless as an aluminum pot.
A voice in my head told me I acted like a spoiled brat, but I duct taped that sucker shut. I didn't make it far, though. The seductive cedar smell enveloped me as Lux hoisted me off the ground, threw me over his shoulder and carried me back to the group.
I'm an emotional person. I may not seem that way, but I'm an emotional person.
Materialistic I'm narcissistic My shoe game is mean It's so sadistic
I sweat in tears to get what I want.
Who loved without any genuine feeling, with superfluous phrases, affectedly, hysterically, with an expression that suggested that it was not love nor passion, but something more significant; ...
I was the least easygoing and carefree person on the planet. I was a storm cloud that ruined picnics, not something full of warmth and light. "I
I'm a very emotional guy.
I'm not terribly sentimental.
Pissy is a nice way to say bitchy, but I'm okay with it.
You're cute when you do that," he called to me.
"When I do what?"
"Turn in a circle like that. It's kind of penguin-y."
"Great," I called back. "Just what every girl dreams of being told by their inhumanly attractive, immortal vampire protector: they look kind of 'penguin-y.
I felt angry and silly in that feather-itch dress. I felt alone. But one always is, I suppose.
Conduct, not speech, flowery
Very' is such a strong word...
I don't think my writing is sentimental, although it is a very sentimental thing to be a human being.
More childish valorous than manly wise.
I'm a sentimental guy.
Emotion should not be rendered by an excited trembling; it can neither be added on nor be imitated. It is the seed, the work is the flower.
Sentimentality is a basking in feelings that in reality you don't take seriously enough to make the slightest sacrifice to or ever translate into action.
I'm one of those girls that cries at the drop of a hat. I'm oversensitive, if anything. I'm a mom. I'm very earthy, crunchy granola. I compost.
In the immortal words of Mr. Burns ... eeeeexcellent.
emotional and close to tears. 'Well, I'm here, as you can see.' Maddie hated that she was so raw. Nic
You thought you'd never see me again. You loooove me and you miiiissed me. You--Holy hell. Are those tears? Are you crying?"
"I just have something in my eye."
"You're right. No tears here, either. Definitely the rain. It's really wet out here.
Happyish. Well, happyish isn't so bad.'
'It's the most we can hope for.
The room held her scent, fresh lilac, pathetic.
Stupid. Stupid. Foaly, we are both imbeciles. I don't expect lateral thinking from the LEP, but from you ... "
... "What is it?" [Holly] asked, afraid of the answer, which must surely be terrible.
"Yeah," agreed Foaly, who always had time to feel insulted. "Why am I an imbecile?
Oscar Wilde summed up the indignation: A sentimentalist is simply one who desires to have the luxury of an emotion without paying for it.
Everything human is pathetic
A tale without love is like beef without mustard: insipid.
I don't ever want to be a sentimentalist. I prefer to be a realist. I'm not a romantic really.
No guts, no story.
I am an emotional nightmare
Pity's tears are spontaneous.
I'm proud of the two adjectives, superficial and frivolous.
I am against the whole cliche of the moment.
That word sassy - it haunts me. I keep getting the sassy thing.
ORDINARY SAD-ASS HUMANNESS
Night has fallen. I'm no longer hungry. I have only an insane desire to be happy. That means I want to share my intoxication with you and everybody. That is maudlin.
My heart felt like it was going to explode as I burst out crying. He laughed, "Hey, what's with the April showers?" I half giggled, half sniffed as he wiped my cheeks with his thumb. "These are happy tears" I whispered. He grinned, "No rain, no rainbow.
I am a writer, I'm supposed to be intense and emotional,
Violet: "Are you guilting me into coming?" I glare over the rim of my mug.
Mom: "Not at all. I'm just throwing out hypotesticals."
Violet: "I cough-choke. "Do you mean hypotheticals?"
Mom: "That's what I said.
emotionally delicate and eminently bruisable, teenagers
Fucked-up, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional. (FINE)
I look like a hobo?" "Worse," he said. "Like a sad hobo clown." "And you like it?" "I love it." As soon as he said it, she broke into a smile. And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.
I'm not a sentimental guy.
Sentimentality is a form of fatigue.
You're being kind of melodramatic.
One tires of a page of which every sentence sparkles with points, of a sentimentalist who is always pumping the tears from his eyes or your own.
Our whole life is an attempt to discover when our spontaneity is whimsical, sentimental irresponsibility and when it is a valid expression of our deepest desires and values.
I'm very cute when I'm vulnerable.
When I was young, I was told that I had a sulky, pouty face.
heavy, sullen girl with a face as blunt and expressionless as a knee,
I think, you know, I'm German, and um, probably not very expressive in my emotions.
Whatever makes your balloon red, Swopes.
Can't you see that? Everybody's sentimental, everybody.
I would like to say that I was inspired to write 'Shiver' by some overwhelming belief in true love, but here's my true confession: I wrote 'Shiver' because I like to make people cry.
PITIFUL, adj. The state of an enemy or opponent after an imaginary encounter with oneself.
Sabina." Vinca said interrupting my maudlin thoughts.
"Hmmm ... "
She rolled her eyes. "I said, don't you think Adam looks nice tonight."
I shook myself. "I guess so," I said with a shrug.
"Oh, stop," he said. "You're going to make me blush.
I know you," she said. "You're Stephen King. You write those scary stories. That's all right, some people like them, but not me. I like uplifting stories, like that Shawshank Redemption." "I wrote that too," I said. "No you didn't," she said, and went on her way. The
How touching," Janco said, pretending to wipe his eyes. "Get going, Yelena. I don't want you to see me cry." He faked a sniffle.
"I'm sure your ego can handle it," I said. "Or will you need to beat up some trainees to feel like a man again?
If you don't feel fabulous, you have deviated from the path of who-you-really-are.
I'm ... free-spirited. Maybe a little too free-spirited.
Eschew all those beastly adjectives ...
Sentimentality is only emotion you haven't proven to the reader - emotion without vivid evidence.
I'm a sensitive, sensitive person. Overly sensitive. Extremely emotional.
I'm very romantic.
I'm emotionless right now. It's hard to describe how I'm feeling.
People are surprisingly poetic. Especially when they're not trying to be.
I am a vague, conjectural personality, more made up of opinions and academic prepossessions than of human traits and red corpuscles.
Now was not the time to be sentimental. As a child, she'd been ridiculously sentimental about loss, about time passing.
The thing is, I am a loving person. I am super sappy when it comes to romance. But I'm not the Antonio Banderas, swashbuckling, Pierce Brosnan, smooth-talking type.