Romance is one of the sacred temples that dot the landscape of life.
Ah... romance to me is spontaneity. It's not diamond earrings; it's a bunch of daffodils that's freshly picked from the field.
India-Pakistan war and romance have always been sensitive issues for film-makers in both the countries.
I read too many romance novels during my formative years. I have a penchant for romantic comedies. I understand why 'Romeo and Juliet' came to such a pass.
There is a hidden agenda in the fragility of romance.
Romance is dead - it was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece.
A lot of '20s musicals were a hodgepodge of melodrama, mixed with operetta and romance, and then some sense of modernism and some sense of irreverence.
In my 20s, I became obsessed with the role-playing game 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms,' named after a classical Chinese novel, and later 'The Sims,' a life-simulation game, and 'StarCraft,' a science-fiction game.
Lack of romance is my real objection to writing on a computer.
I love romance. I'm a sucker for it. I love it so much. It's pathetic.
The thing is, I am a loving person. I am super sappy when it comes to romance. But I'm not the Antonio Banderas, swashbuckling, Pierce Brosnan, smooth-talking type.
Pragmatism and romance are sort of opposites.
Within the sphere of steampunk, there seems to be a rapidly growing subsphere of gadgetless 'neo-Victorian' novels, most of which attempt to recapture the romance of the era without all the sociopolitical ugliness.
I would be rejected if I submitted any of my novels as romance novels.
I am a sucker for that childhood romance narrative.
I am a bike enthusiast; there's a certain amount of romance to bikes. They're both beautiful and utilitarian.
Romance tends to be the whipping boy of genre fiction.
My books fall in the wobbly middle between historical fiction and historical romance.
I brought her flowers one dusky Tuesday evening when the light was perfect. I pointed out the irony of that romantic old traditionβ the severed genitalia of another species, offered as a precopulatory bribeβand then I recited my story just as we were about to fuck. To this day, I still don't know what went wrong.
I could have tried. Please don't, I could have said. I'm begging you. I never meant to drive you away completely, just a little, just to a safer distance. Please. In thirty long years the only time I haven't felt worthless was when we were together.