Quotes About Luxury

Wine is liquid stardust.

Corn is a necessary, silver is only a superfluity.

Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses...

As early as 1915, Harper's Bazaar declared, "The woman who hasn't at least one Chanel is hopelessly out of fashion … This season the name of Chanel is on the lips of every buyer.

a large silver tray, holding twelve covered dishes

embroidered with the brightest gold, and all over enriched with pearls. The hands next brought him an elegant dressing-table

Pinky Fein, a friend of Oscar's, owns the Gilded Lily, a four-star Midtown restaurant renowned for its beggar purses- paper-thin crepes filled with créme fraîche and Beluga caviar, tied into small bundles with chives, lightly sprayed with edible gold leaf, and presented like candles in a candelabra.

Fell luxury! more perilous to youth Than storms or quicksands, poverty of chains.

Luxury and dissipation, soft and gentle as their approaches are, and silently as they throw their silken chains about the heart, enslave it more than the most active and turbulent vices.

Luxury! more perilous to youth than storms or quicksand, poverty or chains.

There's something luxurious about having a girl light your cigarette. In fact, I got married once on account of that.

As I lie on my couch by the fireplace, looking out from my hillside home at the snow leading down to the ocean, with the right woman in my arms, a glass of Bordeaux beside me and a Puccini opera on the stereo system, knowing that I've earned the pleasure I feel, I'm so glad I didn't let someone else decide what's best for me.

You know, if you are kind of rich, the best thing is that you don't have to think about money. The best thing you can buy with money is freedom, time. I don't know how much I earn a year. I have no idea. I don't know how much I pay in taxes.

Rather than a tale of greed, the history of luxury could more accurately be read as a record of emotional trauma," writes Alain de Botton in his book Status Anxiety, efficiently summing up Draper, Grey, and Trump in one blow. "It is the legacy of those who have felt pressured by the disdain of others to add an extraordinary amount to their bare selves in order to signal that they too may lay a claim to love.

The morning sun is spilling into the penthouse. Rigby, a gray rug of cat, lies sprawled on her back on the sofa with her paws stretched high above her head.

Life is too short to sleep on low thread-count sheets.

To the elitist hedonist, life is the avoidance of boredom and routine.

If there is one word to describe Atlantic City, it's Big Business -- Or two words Big Business." -- ("President"(!)) Donald Trump

For one thing, the penthouse was simply too big. Besides the seventy-one bedrooms, there were a number of living rooms, dining rooms, breakfast rooms, snack rooms, sitting rooms, standing rooms, ballrooms, bathrooms, kitchens, and an assortment of rooms that seem to have no purpose at all.

Poor fellow, he needed handmade shoes because of his 'awkward feet' and Savile Row suits because he wasn't lucky enough to have the figure for ready-made ones. Cheap wine played havoc with his stomach so he drank expensive ones, and because he couldn't fit into economy-size airline seats he was forced to go everywhere first class.

I'm not rich enough to do anything I want to do. But I know what you mean; I'm rich enough to avoid doing the things I don't want to do.

There was an open bottle of champagne in the ice bucket, and already the level was down as far as the label. 'Are we celebrating something?' I asked as I took off my coat and hung it in the hall. 'Don't be so bloody bourgeois,' said Tessa, handing me a champagne flute filled right to the brim. That was one of the problems of marrying into wealth; there were no luxuries.

That was one of the problems of marrying into wealth; there were no luxuries.

Neither was this the ordinary world of supply and demand; it was a world of abundance.