Quotes About Luxury

The old marchioness had him tracing down bed hangings and carpets for her. Send that. Be here. To her, all the world was a menial. If she wanted a lobster or a sturgeon, she ordered it up, and if she wanted good taste she ordered it in the same way. The marchioness would run her hand over Florentine silks, making little squeaks of pleasure. "You bought it, Master Cromwell," she would say. "And very beautiful it is. Your next task is to work out how we pay for it.

Gambling is not a vice, if you can afford to do it.

Gems and jewels and sparkly things. Perfumes and powders and rouges and ribbons. Waltzes, polkas and polonaises. And princes for partners, And most of all, they liked satin dancing shoes.

Off with our nightgowns, and on with the silks and taffetas! Velvet and damask and lace like foam! Buttoned gloves, coral beads, pearl rings, diamond bracelets! Perfumes, powders, gilt tiaras and satin dancing shoes!

His cuffs are jewelled, and the moth pin that holds his cloak in place has wings that move on their own.

He took out another black cigarette from his silver case, fitted it into his cigarette holder, and lit it.

Wine is brought in coloured carafes. They glow aquamarine and sapphire, citrine and ruby, amethyst and topaz. Another course comes, with sugared violets and frozen dew. Then come domes of glass, under which little silvery fish sit in a cloud of pale blue smoke.

opulent patterns intricately stitched on skirts of gold and silver, each as beautiful as the dawn.

Cushions and rugs, goblets and trays and half-full decanters cover every surface- all of them in a riot of colours: vermillion and umber, peacock blue and bottle green, gold and damson plum.

Furnished in elaborate velvets, silks, and brocades, it's a riot of scarlet and deep blues and greens, everything rich and dark, like overripe fruit. The patterns on the material are the sorts of things I have become accustomed to- intricate braids of briars, leaves that might also be spiders when you looked at them from another angle, and a depiction of a hunt where it is unclear which of the creatures is hunting the other.

Gold fabric and glittering gems are drowning in scarlet.

And he, like many jaded people, had few pleasures left in life save good food and drink.

How did you get back?' asked Vautrin. 'I walked,' replied Eugene. 'I wouldn't like half-pleasures, myself,' observed the tempter. 'I'd want to go there in my own carriage, have my own box, and come back in comfort. All or nothing, that's my motto.' 'And a very good one,' said Madame Vauquer.

Where there is abundance you can afford waste.

My little boat is made of ebony; My flute stops are pure gold. Water loosens stains from silk; Wine loosens sadness from the heart. With good wine, a graceful boat, And a sweet girl's love, Why be jealous of mere gods?

Champagne is never a mistake.

There had been something about the pop of the champagne cork, the naughtiness of it.

You think the world begins and ends with you and your perfect little family and your perfect little life and you think stress is finding the perfectly color-coordinated cushions for your new $10,000 sofa.

She had taken her time getting ready for tonight: a long steamy bath with a glass of wine and a Violent Femmes CD.

that expensive butcher in the arcade on the way home from the

It was just that there were so many different levels of "comfortable," and at Celeste's level no electricity bill could make her cry.

Polo sheets is what I lands on.

Im on top of my green like a lawn chair.

Got more ice than a super sized drink.