Quotes About Style

Cock your hat - angles are attitudes.

Cock your hats, angles are attitudes

No change in musical style will survive unless it is accompanied by a change in clothing style. Rock is to dress up to.

The paradox of Italian soccer). As everyone knows, Italian men are the most foppish representatives of their sex on the planet. They smear on substantial quantities of hair care products and expend considerable mental energies color-coordinating socks with belts. Because of their dandyism, the world has Vespa, Prada, and Renzo Piano. With such theological devotion to aesthetic pleasure, it is truly perplexing that their national style of soccer should be so devoid of this quality.

Her hat is a creation that will never go out of style; it will just look ridiculous year after year.

Fashion is a tyrant from which there is no deliverance; all must conform to its whimsical

Style is the ultimate morality of mind." ... [It has] a double aim of complete fidelity to fact and to one's complex sense of fact. ... We are shooting at a star when we aim at style in this sense; we are trying to do justice at once to an infinity without and a near infinity within.

She assumes," Wax said, "that our detective style isn't normally the punchy-punchy, stabby-stabby type." "To be fair," Wayne said, "it's usually a more shooty-shooty, whacky-whacky type.

Go," Marasi said. "Do what you do best, Waxillium Ladrian." "Which is what? Break things?" "Break things," Marasi said, "with style.

Spectacles. They were kind of like a hat for smart people.

Black is so monotonous that you can forget about it, but red—you'd always be thinking, 'Why, look at that. That hill is red. That evil force of doom trying to destroy me certainly has style.

Wayne liked how banks worked. They had style. Many people, they'd keep their money out of sight, hidden under beds and some such. What was the fun of that? But a bank Ã¢â'¬Â¦ a bank was a target. Building a place like this, then stuffing it full of cash, was like climbing atop a hill and daring anyone who approached to try to knock you off.

Perhaps that was the advantage to persistently messy hair--he managed to make it go with anything.

Rich people, she decided, loved to stick with a theme.

The style was bohemian, but expensive. So, you might sit down on a couch that was soft and comfortable, looked like it had been purchased in the 1970s with its mismatched fabrics and wild color scheme, but then you'd later learn that the couch came from Roche Bobois and cost over forty thousand dollars.

My style might seem awkward, but I'm only trying to write down the things in the scene that I think the reader should know.

But, you say, there is very little conversation in this book. Why isn't there more dialoge? What we want in a book by this citizen is people talking; that is all he knows how to do and now he doesn't do it. The fellow is no philosopher, no savant, an incompetent zoologist, he drinks too much and cannot punctuate readily and now he has stopped writing dialogue. Some one ought to put a stop to him. He is bull crazy.

The simple style is bad for the savage because he does worse than to obtain the luxuries of life; it is good for the philosopher because he does better than to work for them. The question is whether you can bear freedom....

We worship not the Graces, nor the Parcae, but Fashion. She spins and weaves and cuts with full authority. The head monkey at Paris puts on a traveller's cap, and all the monkeys in America do the same. I

Noi non veneriamo né le Grazie né le Parche, ma la Moda.

I adore adverbs; they are the only qualifications I really much respect.

Mrs. Penniman always, even in conversation, italicised her personal pronouns.

You're like a picture; you ought to be enclosed in a gilt frame and stand against the wall.

Prettiness is terribly vulgar nowadays, and it is not every one that knows just the sort of ugliness that has chic.