Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other to virtue, is a much greater character than the ladies described in romance, whose whole occupation is to murder mankind with shafts from their quiver or their eyes.
And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.
We romantic writers are there to make people feel and not think. A historical romance is the only kind of book where chastity really counts.
To love one's self is the beginning of a life-long romance.
Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.
Humanism, it seems, is almost impossible in America where material progress is part of the national romance whereas in Europe such progress is relished because it feels nice.
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
The secret of love is seeking variety in your life together, and never letting routine chords dull the melody of your romance. -Unknown love quote.
Marriage is a romance in which the hero dies in the first chapter.
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.
Every castle of the air Sleeps in the fine black grains, and there Are seeds for every romance, or light Whiff of a dream for a summer night.
And would it not be proud romance Falling in some obscure advance, To rise, a poppy field of France?
In a great romance, each person plays a part the other really likes.
She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older - the natural sequence of an unnatural beginning.
Romances paint at full length people's wooings, But only give a bust of marriages: For no one cares for matrimonial cooings. There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss. Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of girls and boys.
He loved the twilight that surrounds The border-land of old romance; Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance, And banner waves, and trumpet sounds, And ladies ride with hawk on wrist, And mighty warriors sweep along, Magnified by the purple mist, The dusk of centuries and of song.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man's last romance.