Quotes About Luxury

The woman matched the room. Pale pastel Chanel suit. Oscar de la Renta kitten heels. Diamond the size of a Krispy Kreme donut.

gown, and wearing the slippers

Honest to god, Clare, you act like the dress is more important than you being shot!" Of course it is! It's a Versace, you idiot! Bring help! I'm going to save this dress at all costs." - Sam to Clare

our landlord and landlady. Their house, just outside the town, was quite a little chateau, and the evil that dwelt within its highly polished salons, that reclined on its lace-covered beds, and was coiled deep in the stuffing of its exquisitely upholstered chairs and sofas, was enough to make the blood turn icy in the veins.

Children need the freedom and time to play. Play is not a luxury. Play is a necessity.

If I paid $3 or $4 for a cigar, first I'd sleep with it.

My real love is jewelry. I love glittery things. I can't help myself.

Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice-- The weakness and the wickedness of luxury-- The negligence--the apathy--the evils Of sensual sloth--produce ten thousand tyrants, Whose delegated cruelty surpasses The worst acts of one energetic master, However harsh and hard in his own bearing.

There is, after all, a fine line between being pampered and being embalmed.

They spend money like a pimp with a week to live.

on pitch-black asphalt and through manicured grounds where the only other vehicles were Range Rovers, Mercedeses, and BMW SUVs—or golf carts. The Grand Tetons walled off the western horizon like tiger teeth. To the east was the Gros Ventre Range, to the south the Hoback Mountains, and to the north Grand Teton

when paying more than $1,000 a day to write the chapter in a suite of an old hotel down the street from a Hogwarts-style castle, mustering the energy to begin and sustain this work is easier than if you were instead in a distracting home office.

Her purchases just about busted her vacation budget, but what else is a vacation for, if not for overindulgence and mindless extravagance?

Great. Some women cruise Beverly and go home with a pair of Jimmy Choos. I go home with a broken leg.

I don't have to worry about the money at all, really. My dad left me with this trust fund. I can sit home and watch the viewscreen and drink vodka martinis, or go out and play hovertennis. It's terrific, what a life.

Consumerism, the new black. I want my burger my way. Shaken not stirred. Sauce on the side and rare but not rare rare. Venti, two-pump, sugar-free vanilla, non-fat, two Splenda, extra-hot, extra-whip, extra-mocha Mocha and can you put the Splenda in before you pour the milk? (See, this is where it gets positively delicious!) Under the auspices of that wonderful word Consumerism, not only is this not seen as overly demanding, it's positively encouraged by everyone.

The first sign of extravagance is to buy trousers that one does not need.

Sedition is bred in the lap of luxury and its chosen emissaries are the beggared spendthrift and the impoverished libertine.

What Englishman will give his mind to politics as long as he can afford to keep a motor car?

Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood, He tried the luxury of doing good.

Another challenge? Getting up at 6:30 in the morning to go act. It's not fun acting that early in the morning or acting at 4 A.M in the middle of the night or in the morning when you're really tired. That's a challenge. What a luxurious problem to have.

Behavior was better when cinemas were opulent.

My kids idea of a hard life is to live in a house with only one phone.

There were bags under my eyes and they weren't Prada.