Quotes About Elegance

Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one;Loosens her fragrant bodice; by degreesHer rich attire creeps rustling to her knees.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

London was so rich, and also so green, and somehow so detailed: full of stuff that had been made, and bought, and placed, and groomed, and shaped, and washed clean, and put on display as if the whole city was for sale.

As my former Yale colleague Rogers Smith has put it: "Elegance is not worth that price.

One of these photos stuck in my mind—that of elegant upper-class Parisians returning to the French capital after their armies had crushed the Paris Commune during Bloody Week (May 21–28, 1871). They applauded the terror organized by the French state, which had crushed Parisians aspiring to freedom.

The simplest way to achieve simplicity is through thoughtful reduction.

If you are going to have less things, they have to be great things.

Simplicity is about subtracting the obvious, and adding the meaningful.

Sophistication is the craft of subtlety that goes noticed.

Semplicità significa sottrarre l'ovvio e aggiungere il significativo.

Basitlik, bariz olan? ç?kar?p anlaml? olan? ekleme iÅŸidir.

Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.

Charm is a glow within a woman that casts a most becoming light on others.

Now that was a dinner party, Marguerite thought. Beef tartare with capers on garlic croutons, moules marineres , and homemade frites , a chicory and endive salad with poached eggs and lardons , and crème caramel.

the mistress of ceremonies, in her

the kind of place that thrived on understatement and quiet privilege.

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Schramsberg sparkling rosé

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.

We shall walk in velvet shoes:Wherever we goSilence will fall like dewsOn white silence below.

She was wearing a beautiful dress with straps designed to be eaten off her shoulders.

Hold fast to youth and beauty.

She should have been in her seventies, but she looked trim in a violet suit, discreet diamonds glittering in her ears. Her shoes were sensible for walking.

The white tree on the bluff over the ocean was hung with icicles like curtains of glass, creaking faintly in the wind. Morgan's cottage, once they passed through the icy snowless beech wood, was white as bone and black as aged oak among the weathered stems of the garden.