quotations about romance
I don't think I am a traditional romantic who thinks about candlelight dinners and wonders if my husband is going to bring me flowers, though I'm delighted if he does. I'm more practical-minded. I find it incredibly romantic that my husband does the dishes.
NORA ROBERTS, Time Magazine, November 29, 2007
The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different.
GLEN COOK, Soldiers Live
I am not a romantic. I am a domestic animal. I do not sigh and yearn for extravagant displays of passion, for the grand affair, the world well lost for love. I know all that, and know that it leaves you lonely. No, what I crave is the simplicity of routine. An evening walk, arm in arm, in fine weather. A game of cards. Time for idle talk. Preparing a meal together.
ANITA BROOKNER, Hotel du Lac
A true man doesn't need to romance a different girl every night, a true man romances the same girl for the rest of her life.
A woman with romance in her life lived as grandly as a queen, because her heart was treasured.
NORA ROBERTS, Bed of Roses
Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars--a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone.
NICHOLAS SPARKS, The Notebook
Once in awhile, right in the middle of ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
J. B. JEFFREY, Drip
Mom, romance is dead. It was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece.
LISA SIMPSON, "Another Simpsons Clip Show", The Simpsons
I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD, This Side of Paradise
In the meanest hut is a romance, if you knew the hearts there.
VARNHAGEN VONH ENSE, attributed, Day's Collacon
My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky
My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by
No month of May, no twinkling stars
No hide away, no softly guitars
My romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain
Nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain
Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true
My romance doesn't need a thing but you
ELLA FITZGERALD, "My Romance"
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
NICHOLAS SPARKS, The Notebook
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps ... perhaps ... love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
L. M. MONTGOMERY, Anne of Avonlea
Romance is a prelude to sexlove, an opening gambit, an intense period of hope and despair, an invocation of higher powers: foreplay. As such, it always has a sequel, a next act: the crescendo culminates, and the music takes on a different tempo. The mistake of our age is to mistake the prelude for the symphony.
M. C. DILLON, Beyond Romance
In the big city the twin spirits Romance and Adventure are always abroad seeking worthy wooers. As we roam the streets they slyly peep at us and challenge us in twenty different guises. Without knowing why, we look up suddenly to see in a window a face that seems to belong to our gallery of intimate portraits; in a sleeping thoroughfare we hear a cry of agony and fear coming from an empty and shuttered house; instead of at our familiar curb, a cab-driver deposits us before a strange door, which one, with a smile, opens for us and bids us enter; a slip of paper, written upon, flutters down to our feet from the high lattices of Chance; we exchange glances of instantaneous hate, affection and fear with hurrying strangers in the passing crowds; a sudden douse of rain--and our umbrella may be sheltering the daughter of the Full Moon and first cousin of the Sidereal System; at every corner handkerchiefs drop, fingers beckon, eyes besiege, and the lost, the lonely, the rapturous, the mysterious, the perilous, changing clues of adventure are slipped into our fingers. But few of us are willing to hold and follow them. We are grown stiff with the ramrod of convention down our backs. We pass on; and some day we come, at the end of a very dull life, to reflect that our romance has been a pallid thing of a marriage or two, a satin rosette kept in a safe-deposit drawer, and a lifelong feud with a steam radiator.
O. HENRY, "The Green Door"
The Art of the Romance, though warning us that it is providing fictions, opens a door into the Palace of Absurdity, and when we have lightly stepped inside, slams it shut behind us.
UMBERTO ECO, The Island of the Day Before
Romanticism is not just a mode; it literally eats into every life. Women will never get rid of just waiting for the right man.
ANITA BROOKNER, Women Writers Talk
The best scientist is open to experience and begins with romance -- the idea that anything is possible.
RAY BRADBURY, Los Angeles Times, August 9, 1976
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
OSCAR WILDE, The Importance of Being Earnest
Romance is everything.
GERTRUDE STEIN, A Gertrude Stein Companion