Sentimentality is the emotional promiscuity of those who have no sentiment.
Sentimentality is unearned emotion.
Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.
A flutist who is moved to tears by his own performance will soon make the listeners laugh because of the sounds that he produces.
The sentimental want to be thrilled by everything.
Love and sausage are alike. Can never have enough of either.
Sorrow was made for man, not for beasts; yet if men encourage melancholy too much, they become no better than beasts.
Outside literature, high-flown sentiments are merely exasperating.
I sent out a tweet, 'Dancing with the Stars' should stop the jibber jabber. They shouldn't make the departure of a dancer so tear jerky because nobody's going to war.
Romanticism is the mother of kitsch and that there are moments when the child becomes so like its mother that one cannot differentiate between them
What pity that Religion and Love, which heighten our relish for the things of both worlds, should ever run the human heart into enthusiasm, superstition, or uncharitableness!
But as I see it, the most corrupt art is the sentimental the art of orange blossoms which make pale women swoon.
Practice moderation in all things except love.
Sometimes I'm so sweet even I can't stand it.
No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.
My heart's so full of joy, That I shall do some wild extravagance Of love in public; and the foolish world, Which knows not tenderness, will think me mad.
There is no more subtle dissolvent of morals than sentimentality.
Please don’t get sentimental,” said Jerome. “It’s nauseating.
There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.
To love an idea is to love it a little more than one should.
People seem to take as much offence as they possibly can these days - it's almost a new type of greed, a new kind of road rage.
I have a horror of sentimentality, and I cannot forget that its name is Saint-Saëns.
In Rome people seem to love with more zest, murder with more imagination, submit to creative urges more often, and lose the sense of logic more easily than in any other place.
Seeing Taylor Swift live in 2013 is seeing a maestro at the top of her or anyone's game. No other pop auteur can touch her right now for emotional excess or musical reach - her punk is so punk, her disco is so disco. The red sequins on her guitar match the ones on her microphone, her shoes and 80 percent of the crowd.
The world is neither wise nor just, but it makes up for all its folly and injustice by being damnably sentimental.
