There is the same difference in a person before and after he is in love, as there is in an unlighted lamp and one that is burning.
If your book is set in the plantation days of the slave-owning South and you write a little romance between two slave owners without acknowledging the system they live, that's a political gesture.
The romance is essential. I love the love. I don't love just people struggling. I love what people are struggling for. That moves me. I love watching people be loving, and I find it enchanting, magical and transporting. It's one of the reasons that I go to the movies, and that's why I like putting it in movies.
This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.
Lies, fables and romances must needs be probable, but not the truth and foundation of our faith.
I know there are epic tales of romance, where love means you're supposed to die. Where it's all about sacrifice. But I don't want to die. I don't want Stephen to die. I'm looking for the scenario where we both get to live. Where we can continue this marvel that is love and discovery and trust.
I don't want to do romantic roles where I have to lip sync to a song. A role that explores romance on a new level would suit me.
This is the greatest and most fraught romance of modern society, the marriage between the IT staff and those who depend on them.
Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in.
Honeymoons are the beginning of wisdom--but the beginning of wisdom is the end of romance.
I don't understand a way to work other than bold-facedly running towards failure.
Tradition lives because young people come along who catch its romance and add new glories to it.
Why should I tell you?" he asked, with no small amount of petulance. "If you tell me, I will leave you alone," I said. "And if you don't tell me, I'm going to grab the nearest ghostwritten James Patterson romance novel and I am going to follow you through this store reading it out loud until you relent. " Now I could see the fright beneath the defiance.
I'm someone who loves romance. I always have loved it. Most people who grew up as nerds, as I was, surprisingly, have loved romance.
There was romance in the unknown, but once a place had been discovered and cataloged and mapped, it was diminished, just another dusty fact in a book, sapped of mystery. So maybe it was better to leave a few spots on the map blank. To let the world keep a little of its magic, rather than forcing it to divulge every last secret. Maybe it was better, now and then, to wonder.
Anne "felt instinctively" that romance was peeping at her around a corner.
I have been married twice, and those were not the happiest times of my life. Part of the problem, quite frankly, is that when you get married, the romance disappears and the children arrive and the love is transferred. It shouldn't be that way, but too often it is transferred to the children.
While you see a chance take it, find romance, fake it, because it's all on you.
There's no good story without romance.
The California fever is not likely to take us off. . . . There is neither romance nor glory in digging for gold after the manner of the pictures in the geography of diamond washing in Brazil.