Quotes About Luxury

You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.

I would love to fly privately, but unfortunately, I don't. I don't summer anywhere either.

Really. I'd love to be spoiled on by others.

I represent luxury, and that's what I love.

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

I love to take baths.

I don't wear heels. I'm all about flats from Chanel and wedges. I love my Gucci wedge boots.

Chains and stuff are nice, don't get me wrong I love them and I wear chains, but I can do without it.

Everything was handed to me - looks, fame, wealth, honour, love. I rarely had to fight for anything

I love Champagne and I love to drink it out of any kind of beautiful glass.

I do have a bit of a garden, and I'd love a hovercraft to get around it - one of the big four-seater ones with the fan on the back.

I love bows, … And I feel some couture pots coming on.

I love things that are old and glittery, that come with layers of glamour and past lives.

She could have lived in comfort, but I doubt if it occurred to her to try.

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.

Phresine showed him where he could sleep, in an interior room with no windows, a narrow bed, and a washstand. There were chests stacked along one wall, and Costis guessed the dismal spot was probably a closet cleaned out to make room for him. Hard to believe the royal apartments, so lavish elsewhere, would otherwise have such a plain corner. Expecting better of royal closets, Costis went to bed disappointed.

He has a lot of coats, said Philologos soberly.

Yes, everything he touched, everything he owned, everything in his orbit was rare, beautiful, and expensive, but none more so than the treasure in his own bedroom, the most exquisite jewel in his kingdom. Oliver felt his fangs sharpen in anticipation at the thought.

It led on and on; vistas of forgotten metal; moribund, stiff in a thousand attitudes of mortality; with not a rat, not a mouse; not a bat, not a spider. Only the Lamb, sitting in his high chair with a faint smile upon his lips; alone in the luxury of his vaulted chamber, where the red carpet was like blood, and the walls were lined with books that rose up...up... volume after volume until the shadows engulfed them.

waar de weelde zich met welbehagen in het ordelijke spiegelt (...)

doeskin trousers, topped off with a merino vest and silk scarf. Propped nearby was a handsome cane

We need to theorize the meaning of beauty in our lives so that we can educate for critical consciousness, talking through the issues: how we acquire and spend money, how we feel about beauty, what the place of beauty is in our lives when we lack material privilege and even basic resources for living, the meaning and significance of luxury, and the politics of envy.

This is what he truly envies of these people, the luxury of terror as a talking point, and at this moment he feels so sorry for himself that he could break right down and cry.

Hummer with six doors to a side and black-tinted windows for maximum privacy. "What I'm talking a-bout!" cried Sergeant Dime as he pounced on the bar, everyone whooping over all the pimp finery, but after destroying all hopes for a quick recovery Billy subsides into a gnarled, secret funk. "Billy," says