Quotes About Luxury

how very small London was once you reached a certain altitude; once you had left behind those who could not easily secure tables at the best restaurants and clubs. 'Couldn't

stopped to look for it, but the battle to get through the days made it easy to forget that this totally cost-free luxury existed.

Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.

The new job of art is to sit on the wall and get more expensive.

Her silver brocade wedding gown was of the most shimmering cloth I have ever seen, encrusted with glittering embroidery of silver roses. It had a wide skirt, a seventeen inch waist, and a tight bodice with short sleeves. [She wore] superb jewels:

Wine is bottled poetry.

We live well enough to have the luxury to get ourselves sick with purely social, psychological stress.

Anna, who has always been devout, knows well that Despair is a mortal sin, and now she knows that it is a luxury, as well.

I think our love was all the better for being stretched out by our necessity to study hard to keep up with our work. To have all the time in the world to devote to love may be idyllic for a summer, but linked sweetness long drawn out is the greater luxury. [...] During these summer absences, I longed for her, and wrote to her, and loved her more than ever, abstinence sharpening the appetite.

Unhappiness of the kind that is recognized and examined and brooded over is a spiritual luxury.

La tranquilidad es el nuevo lujo de nuestra sociedad.

So it's off with the shellsuit and on with the Armanis, Bring out the champagne and the caviar sarnies

Corbyn was not elected by the parliamentary party but by people who have the luxury of sounding off without the responsibility of answering for it. Corbyn represents the idiocy of direct democracy, and the culture of resentment that takes advantage of it.

For Jefferson, banks were devices to fleece the poor, oppress farmers, and induce a taste for luxury that would subvert republican simplicity. Strangely enough for a large slaveholder, he thought that agriculture was egalitarian while manufacturing would produce a class-conscious society.

Such luxury was not their usual style.

We drove under a giant gray wing and headed out over open blacktop straight for a small white airplane standing alone. A corporate thing. A business jet. A Lear, or a Gulfstream, or whatever rich people buy these days. The paint winked in the sun. There was no writing on it, apart from a tail number. No name, no logo. Just white paint. Its engines were turning slowly, and its stairs were down.

Some kind of a mechanism to burn off the panic she was feeling. On Friday she'd been a rich

expensive silk jacket, ambitious.

He headed onward and found a living area and looked at a sofa. A big old thing. Three-seater, easy. Plus extravagant curlicued arms. Long enough.

on the right, in what looked like the most expensive neighborhood since money was invented. To

Julie nearly fainted when I showed up at home that night with the new Lexus. The first thing she wanted to do was drive it. I let her drive all over San Francisco with the windows rolled up, because we didn't want to lose one precious whiff of that new-car smell.

Most of my books are set in the American Midwest, where I have always lived. Midwesterners are lovely, down-to-earth people. The luxury of choosing this region as a setting is the endless supply of seasonal change images that accompany it; in addition to, the wide variety of settings, urban and rural, to choose from.

Though you are unaware of it, when you run cool wine over your tongue, you don't just taste its chemical composition; you also taste its price.

What is the use of being a writer of some note if one cannot treat oneself to such a luxury?