Quotes About Graceful

Quality in a classical Greek sense is how to live with grace and intelligence, with bravery and mercy.

I'm a giraffe. I even walk like a giraffe with a long neck and legs. It's a pretty dumb animal, mind you.

What's interesting is I don't think you will find anyone to say anything against Des O'Connor, he was the nicest of people and the ultimate professional and he made it look effortlessly easy.

poetry is motion graceful as a fawn gentle as a teardrop strong like the eye finding peace in a crowded room

meant. You said he'd lived a long, beautiful, generous life. And the fates had let him slip out of it lovingly. It helped, in that awful

Hugh thought the women were as graceful as ballerinas, as strong as lumberjacks, as focused as scientists.

There are no ordinary cats.

She had never seen him rush or hurry. The man moved with exquisite calm, like a leaf drifting on the surface of a pond, making its own way on gentle currents.

One rose leaf, falling from an enormous height, like a little parachute dropped from an invisible balloon, turns, flutters waveringly.

She was like a bird for speed, an arrow for directness.

standing, as now, lean as a knife

for the setting of her beauty was always that - hasty, but apt)...

She walked with Bertram; she walked rather like a stag, with a little give of the ankles, fanning herself, majestic, silent, with all her senses roused, her ears pricked, snuffing the air, as if she had been some wild, but perfectly controlled creature taking its pleasure by night.

Miss La Trobe was pacing to and fro between the leaning birch trees. One hand was deep stuck in her jacket pocket; the other held a foolscap sheet. She was reading what was written there. She had the look of a commander pacing his deck. The leaning graceful trees with black bracelets circling the silver bark were distant about a ship's length.

There just aren't enough o's in the word smooth for me, are there?

There, tonight. The eternity of that. Swan logic. Swan history.

He came down the nave, walking with his graceful stride, dangerous and tear-stained.

its muscles white and glistening beneath its creamy hide, its chest broad and heaving, its horn poised and thick.

August passed like a dancer, graceful and sweating.

They did not care if Pearl saw them this way. They were so artlessly beautiful, even right out of bed. Where did this ease come from? How could they be so at home, so sure of themselves, even in pajamas?

She had laid the headboard down flat near the flowerbeds that bordered the house, with the side rails below it and the slats to either side in neat rows, like ribs. It was as if the bed had drawn a deep breath and then gracefully flattened itself into the grass.

Even when she walks one would believe that she dances.

It had all been an illusion, Lucien knew. The buildings, the arches, the sweeping, graceful lines. All this time he had been worshipping a facade of concrete and glass. Lucien

There was no noise, no effort, no consciences in anything he did, but in everything an indescribable lightness, a seeming impossibility of doing nothing else, or doing nothing better, which was so graceful, so natural & agreeable