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A sentimentalist is simply one who
wants to have the luxury of an emotion
without paying for it.
-Oscar Wilde [De profundis]
Fyodor Dostoevsky, 1860
"In the end, would it count? Don't you know me, my love? Don't you know me, my love? I may ask you again, but you may never know I'll be damned if I fight I'll be damned if I don't" Sondre Lerche -Sentimentalist

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Laub - Sentimentalist
We must distinguish between ‘sentimental’ and ‘sensitive’. A sentimentalist may be a perfect brute in his free time. A sensitive person is never a cruel person. Sentimental Rousseau, who could weep over a progressive idea, distributed his many natural children through various poorhouses and workhouses and never gave a hoot for them. A sentimental old maid may pamper her parrot and poison her niece. The sentimental politician may remember Mother’s Day and ruthlessly destroy a rival. Stalin loved babies. Lenin sobbed at the opera, especially at the Traviata.
Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Russian Literature.
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And one asks oneself where are one's dreams. And one shakes one's head and says how rapidly the years fly by! And again one asks oneself what has one done with one's years. Where have you buried your best days? Have you lived or not?
Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights