Whether they yield or refuse, it delights women to have been asked.
The greatest romance is with the Infinite.
I totally have no love for that whole romance for that Antebellum time period.
I love Elmore Leonard. To me, True Romance is basically like an Elmore Leonard movie.
All mankind love a lover.
Thou art to me a delicious torment.
Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in. Embark, and the romance quits our vessel, and hangs on every other sail in the horizon.
Never mind the ridicule, never mind the defeat: up again, old heart!-it seems to say,-there is victory yet for all justice; and the true romance which the world exists to realize, will be the transformation of genius into practical power.
We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.
I wanted the feeling of romance and the sense of wonder I had known as a kid. I wanted the world to be what they had promised me it was going to be – instead of the tawdry, lousy fouled-up mess it is.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
I think if you’re going to show a true representation of any one life, it can’t be about any one thing. I try to see more of a full picture, with the romance just a single part.
My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.
I’ve said it a million times: Romance languages lead to premarital sex.
Science is not only a disciple of reason but also one of romance and passion.
No age seemed the age of romance to itself.
The graceful minuet-dance of fancy must give place to the toilsome, thorny pilgrimage of understanding. On the transition from the age of romance to that of science.
There is no such thing as permanence at all. Everything is constantly changing. Everything is in a flux. Because you cannot face the impermanence of all relationships, you invent sentiments, romance, and dramatic emotions to give them certainty. Therefore you are always in conflict.
Most films these days are men’s stories. Women are for add-on romance. That’s very hard.
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.