I don't trust sentimentality in men; it goes with tyranny; you can't have one without the other.
There is no more subtle dissolvent of morals than sentimentality.
Sentimentality is a form of fatigue.
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.
Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something-an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.
A sentimentalist is simply one who desires to have the luxury of an emotion without paying for it.
Love without truth is sentimentality; it supports and affirms us but keeps us in denial about our flaws. Truth without love is harshness; it gives us information but in such a way that we cannot really hear it.
We lost our innocence in the Fall, and our turn to it is through the Redemption which was brought about by Christ's death and by our slow participation in it. Sentimentality is a skipping of this process in its concrete reality and an early arrival at a mock state of innocence, which strongly suggests its opposite.
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.
Sentimentality is unearned emotion.
Sentimentality is a superstructure covering brutality.
Sentimentality about nature denatures everything it touches.
Only in truth does charity shine forth, only in truth can charity be authentically lived. Truth is the light that gives meaning and value to charity. That light is both the light of reason and the light of faith, through which the intellect attains to the natural and supernatural truth of charity: it grasps its meaning as gift, acceptance, and communion. Without truth, charity degenerates into sentimentality. Love becomes an empty shell, to be filled in an arbitrary way.
Steady labor with the hands, which engrosses the attention also, is unquestionably the best method of removing palaver and sentimentality out of one's style, both of speaking and writing.
Sentimentalists are they who seek to enjoy without incurring the Immense Debtorship for a thing done.
Beware of manufacturing a God of your own: a God who is all mercy, but not just. Such a God is an idol of your own.
Sentimentality, the ostentatious parading of excessive and spurious emotion, is the mark of dishonesty, the inability to feel.
Sentimentality is a failure of feeling.
Sentimentality is the only sentiment that rubs you the wrong way.
I think cynicism lasts. Sentimentality ages, dates quickly.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
I believe the reason I love painting so much is that it forces one to be objective.
The barrenest of all mortals is the sentimentalist.
In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.
Sentimentality is the emotional promiscuity of those who have no sentiment.
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