Sentiment Analyst Gifts

"I love you very much, but apparently it's break-up season."

'Oh, Arthur...You sweet, blind, mad, dear, silly fool....Don't you see it could never last?'

"I don't post selfies because I don't want people to feel better or worse about their looks."

'I met him on a Monday and my heart stood still (would you believe?)')

"It seems like only yesterday that Dad told me I'll be an adult before I know it."

The Map of the Human Heart

'You gonna finish that lemon peel?'

"And so another trip comes to an end...with family brought closer together by a shared experience."

"When I was a puppy, I barked as a puppy, I understood as a puppy, I thought as a puppy. But when I became a dog, I put away puppy things except for my shabby, old, beat-up stuffy toy. I still freaking love this thing."

"I love November - the crunch of leaves underfoot... the crisp air... the holiday markets..." "... it getting dark by mid-afternoon..." "Okay, that's less enjoyable."

'They're not beer stains. This is actually a 'Rorschach test' patterned shirt.'

Attic of hopes and dreams...

"We laughed. We cried. But mostly we watched TV."

Have I told you lately that I love you

"That must be the artist over there."

"She's really nice and I didn't want to hurt her feelings, so here we are."

"The house doesn't seem big because the kids are gone - it seems big because we've shrunk so much."

"There's no need to be em'bear'rassed about what you like!"

The stone is semi-precious, so I got you two.

Mushy Peas

Woman talking romantically whilst man talks about measuring the scullery.

A declaration - man tells a girl that she has stolen his heart.

"The family has spent all week crafting a beautiful service of words and pictures - far too sentimental to be of practical use."

"Why are you special? Because I'm your mommy, and I'm special."

"He used to be a senior fact checker at Meta — now he's just a pedant."

"Don't worry - the Power of Dad still trumps the Power of Attorney."

"I'm competitive,cruel,glad when my friends fail...I've no idea why I'm here."

Everyone at happy hour is grumpy.

"After a thousand years you may receive a questionnaire on the quality of my torture. So if for any reason you think you can't give me all tens, please let me know."

"To whom am I speaking? Your real personality or the one you have online?"

"Have you finished working out whether you still love me?"

'She won't go anywhere without her Teddy Bear...'

'I'm not mad! I'm fuming!'

"Jack, I'm looking through these old love letters, faded flowers and other sentimental objects meant to inspire tender memories… junk?"

'Manic depression research centre.'