“Too many women throw themselves into romance because they're afraid of being single, then start making compromises and losing their identity. I won't do that.”

Even though she would dream of love, respect, and unfettered romance... it was a cyclical dilemma in her life that she seemed to be most attracted to poisonous men.

The collapse of communism and a recognition of its economic and humanitarian catastrophes took the romance out of revolutionary violence and cast doubt on the wisdom of redistributing wealth at the point of a gun.

Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river...that's romance.

She had not made a decision to give up sex, only the clamor of romance, because it was exhausting her, doing her no good and too much harm...

“I've had many lovers and still have romances. I am very spoiled. All my life, I've had too many admirers.”

Once upon a time--which, when you come to think of it, is reallythe only proper way to begin a story--the only way that reallysmacks of romance and fairyland--

They are the humans who are intelligent enough to have insight of every single molecular underpinning of the warmth of love, and yet not let that factual knowledge ruin the romance in a relationship.

Feeling lonely? Wish you had a special someone to help fill the void? Reconsider your definition of romance, reconnect to your passions and be swept away.

Okay, I cannot say this without being very direct. If you are looking for a spouse or even a romance through social media, you are looking for trouble.