Quotes About Luxury

My proud step was no interpreter of my heart, for I deeply felt that, though surrounded by every luxury, I was a beggar.

Yet why were these gentle beings unhappy? They possessed a delightful house (for such it was in my eyes) and every luxury; they had a fire to warm them when chill, and delicious viands when hungry; they were dressed in excellent clothes; and, still more, they enjoyed one another's company and speech, interchanging each day looks of affection and kindness.

The cornucopia that greets you as you enter the supermarket dwarfs anything that Louis XIV ever experienced (and it is probably less likely to contain salmonella).

it doesn't feel like home—more like a strange, wildly expensive sleepaway camp for pseudoadults.

Something about this boat screamed, I am a very popular model in the world's oil-bearing regions. I cost more than your soul!

I want it to be a palace—only I don't think palaces are very luxurious. They're so big, so promiscuously public. A small house is the true luxury. A residence for two people only—for my wife and me. It won't be necessary to allow for a family, we don't intend to have children. Nor for visitors, we don't intend to entertain.

money is only a means to some end. If a man wants it for a personal purpose—to invest in his industry, to create, to study, to travel, to enjoy luxury—he's completely moral. But the men who place money first go much beyond that. Personal luxury is a limited endeavor. What they want is ostentation: to show, to stun, to entertain, to impress others. They're second-handers. Look

As under any occupation, reality was a muddle, the ethics of not collaborating clanging against the instinct to adapt and survive. During wartime, ideals were a luxury.

I like being president because i get a cool house

Hope and change were a luxury, folks seemed to be telling us, exotic imports that would wilt in the heat.

Whereas many felt burdened by the workload, for me days spent in the library—or, better yet, on the couch of my off-campus apartment, a ball game on with the sound muted—felt like an absolute luxury after three years of organizing community meetings and knocking on doors in the cold.

Las habitaciones de hotel de 34.000 dólares por noche, la hamburguesa cubierta de polvo de oro, que ofrecía Richard Nouveau en el Wall Street Burger Shoppe por 175 dólares, el martini de 10.000 dólares del hotel Algonquin, que se servía con un diamante en la copa…

who goes to the beauty shop and spends a small fortune.

As the long limousine purred to life Edwina felt as if she were Elizabeth, setting sail to battle the Spanish Armada. She was Elizabeth, damn it! What she had built no one was going to take away from her. Not her house, not her hotels, not her fine stable of horses -- and most especially not the young thoroughbred she had left sleeping by the side of her Olympic-size outdoor pool. Some pleasures, she decided, were simply too enticing to give up.

houses for the gentry that are wondrous to behold.

Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru

steel Jaeger-Lecoultre Reverso Grande Taille

On the contrary, it's a way to make sure that you can continue to experience pleasure. What's the point of great meals, great wines, and great blouses if they don't make you feel great?

One way of achieving this goal is by keeping wonderful experiences rare. No matter what you can afford, save great wine for special occasions.

Money can't buy happiness, but it allows one to endured unhappiness in relative comfort.

exertion. We live in an opulent blandness—overfed, overtended, overentertained, and overly preoccupied with ourselves. But men need aggressive physical lives. They need contest and conquest, strain and struggle. Otherwise, we lose ourselves to softness and effeminacy. It is not much of a surprise that a New Testament word that is translated effeminate from the original Greek actually means "soft through luxury." It is a warning.

I love money. I love everything about it. I bought some pretty good stuff. Got me a $300 pair of socks. Got a fur sink. An electric dog polisher. A gasoline powered turtleneck sweater. And, of course, I bought some dumb stuff, too.

Susan Hawley, I suspect, is a woman much in demand in the rarefied zone of political nightlife in this city. She is the ultimate ornament to be hung from the arm of important political figures or captains of industry during quiet dinner meetings. In her commercial dealings, hundred-dollar bills appear in considerable quantity in her purse the morning after, like fishes and loaves in the basket after the Sermon on the Mount.

Lion was the one who pointed out that naming hotels after Millennial values -- the Truth, the Purpose, the Community -- now that his generation had reached the age where the luxury of billboard ethics had been derailed by the verities of life, might be lucrative. Aspirational nostalgia, he dubbed it.