Quotes About Elegance

I've always liked the really short dresses that are tight up top and poofy at the bottom.

Well, my dresses are very tight and mostly all made for me - couture, baby.

The fresh green and fragrant winds of a May morning make an aristocrat of my life. Under a dripping sky-blue window, I would like to ply forks of pure silver with a woman I love. Someday, once in my life, I would like to steal and eat that love-plate of skylarks, which gleams in the sky.

Fashion is the thing! The thing you can put on confidently. And at least you can breathe with comfort.

An elegant woman is a woman who despises you and has no hair under her arms.

A mans style in any art should be like his dress it should attract as little attention as possible.

The endearing elegance of female friendship.

Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison.

Greek, sir, is like lace; every man gets as much of it as he can.

It's only when all one knows of life is abstracted and used as an underlining statement of significant patterning that you have what is both beautiful and permanent.

The roster of Nobel laureates... is cluttered with mediocre writers who have neither elegance nor depth, readability nor relevance: lauded during their lifetimes, they died, I'm sure, convinced the had substantially advanced their languages. Your Miss Dickinson died equally convinced no one would ever read a word she wrote; and she is one of the most luminous poets your country has produced. An artist simply cannot trust any public emblem of merit.

Small breasts rose beneath the laces of her vest, steady as breath.

The most general definition of beauty… Multeity in Unity.

wrinkled silk dress and high-heeled shoes making her way past the apartment.

Dawn with arms of roses

Leave Crete and sweep to this blest temple Where apple-orchard's elegance Is yours, and smouldering altars, ample Frankincense. Here under boughs a bracing spring Percolates, roses without number Umber the earth and, rustling, The leaves drip slumber. Here budding flowers possess a sunny Pasture where steeds could graze their fill, And the breeze feels as gentle as honey... Kypris, here in the present blend Your nectar with pure festal glee. Fill gilded bowls and pass them round Lavinshly.

bind your hair with lovely crowns, tying stems of anise together in your soft hands. For the blesses Graces prefer to look on one who wears flowers and turn away from those without a crown.

I would rather see her lovely step and the motion of light on her face than chariots of Lydians or ranks of footsoldiers in arms.

I bid you sing … as (now again) longing floats around you, you beauty.

Rebuff other ways as quickly as you can and you, Dika, with your soft hands take stems of lovely anise and loop them in your locks. The blessed Graces love to gaze at one in flowers but turn their backs on one whose hair is bare.

Elegance is like manners," he used to say. "You can't be polite only on Wednesday or Thursday. If you are elegant, you should be every day of the week. If you are not, then it's another matter.

Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?

The unicorn, still elegant and radiant, let out a tiny burp.

Courtiers were supposed to sound musical when they spoke, their laughter like a harp chord and their sneezes like notes on a flute