Quotes About Extravagance

On the moon we wore feathers in our hair, and rubies on our hands. On the moon we had gold spoons.

A little wonton money, which burned out the bottom of his purse.

For stage wear and gowns, Julien McDonald, who is a friend of mine. I love that he can be totally over the top for stage wear!

I love the 2000s because everyone started to love haute couture.

I like to be glamorous so I love the clothing and the big entrances. It needs to be spectacular!

God dispenses his goodness not with an eyedropper but a fire hydrant. Your heart is a Dixie cup, and his grace is the Mediterranean Sea. You simply can't contain it all. So let it bubble over. Spill out. Pour forth. And enjoy the flood.

Today Rommel had on a mink bolero jacket. I am not even joking. It was dyed lavender to match the one slung across Grandmère's shoulders.

You spent it on oil for your hair,' I said, 'and on baubles for your whores, on furs and on horses, on jewels and on silk. A man, Lord Eardwulf, dresses in leather and iron. And he fights.

Pay enough for anything and it passes for taste.

The Jet Set Way"

They are having their parties catered. For free.

If you only use rich and luxurious ingredients, you end up with excess.

Starting with a party scene for 600 cast and end up singing on top of a giant elephant...does it get any better than this?

There is nothing like good food, good wine, and a bad girl.

What you call extravagance is really comfort, pleasure and polish, which the lower orders learn from the aristocracy, and so grow civilised themselves. I have heard from very liberal people that there must be classes in society that cultivate science, art and refined manners — first, so that others may take living examples from them, and then to provide encouragement for noble actions.

Anyone that watches WWE realizes a lot of times we do big stuff. We're considered over the top.

I own a private yacht, private jet and a private lion.

The biggest yacht that I have accommodates a submarine.

Colorful garments - ball gowns, kimonos, evening pajamas - made from yards upon yards of iridescent silk or velvet. I own an unjustifiable number of such outfits and jump at the chance to wear them. Against the etiquette about which I am otherwise all too conscious, I frequently, and unrepentantly, overdress for the occasion.

I spent more money on one robe than guys spend in five years.

God Himself is the rule and mode of virtue. Our faith is measured by divine truth, our hope by the greatness of His power and faithful affection, our charity by His goodness. His truth, power and goodness outreach any measure of reason. We can certainly never believe, trust or love God more than, or even as much as, we should. Extravagance is impossible. Here is no virtuous moderation, no measurable mean; the more extreme our activity, the better we are.

taking a small piece of the Parmesan that I have broken into craggy shards on the small wooden board I've laid out, with a wedge of triple-crème Délice de Bourgogne Brie, some nuts and dried fruits, a homemade quince and plum membrillo paste, and some tiny little German wild boar sausages that I've been hoarding since my trip to Berlin last year.

They've listed my name in the dictionary - 'Imeldific' is used to mean ostentatious extravagance... But the truth will prevail.

We spared no expense.