Quotes About Elegance

Timeless wearability has always appealed to me.

The piano is such a timeless instrument.

I'm kind of proud of myself. I've been able to keep a certain grace about me, even in the times of disgrace and craziness.

Zendaya is the one. At serving looks, she is the one to go to for tips.

My top styling tips for brides are, first and foremost, to be careful not to go overboard with makeup. The goal is to look like yourself, just a bit enhanced!

A horse is a thing of beauty... none will tire of looking at him as long as he displays himself in his splendor.

It's an extraordinary thing about Mozart is that you never tire of him... he never bores me, and he doesn't... not only bore me, that's too strong a word.

I love white shirts because they feel like a security blanket. You can wear them with anything. It's the person and the way that they wear it that makes it different. I have been designing white shirts forever, but I don't get tired of it.

Good taste is as tiring as good company.

I think good tailoring and something that's well-made never gets boring or tiring.

It's hard not to love everything Prada does.

I used to love the '20s.

The puzzle of 'To the Moon' is both elegant and memorable. Take a few hours and try to solve it. The pieces fit together oh so nicely.

Elizabeth Taylor is gorgeous, beautiful, and she still is today, I'm crazy about her.

Show some originality and never wear one designer head to toe.

I love seeing a woman in a beautiful dress and pairing it with a light shoe that shows skin - I really believe in toe cleavage.

I tend to wear monochromatic outfits - all one colour from head to toe.

I am not ashamed to admit that I'm wearing Yves Saint Laurent from top to toe.

My mother won't tolerate any four-letter words.

Tom Ford does everything perfect.

A Tom Ford three-piece makes you feel so confident, it's bananas.

At dinner, Mr. Marten produced his elegant place cards and assigned us places with the arbitrary ruthlessness of a dictator.

She was tall, slender, lithe. She wore her hair in smooth black curls around the perfect oval of her face, and her eyes were pale gray, the color of fog. She wore the clothes of a lady with neither apology not discomfort, dark purple poplin trimmed with black lace, high-necked and formfitting with a great swag of bustle behind. She saw us and made her way across the room without hesitation.

She epitomizes the look French women aspire to: a mix of aristocratic beauty spiced with a dash of modern mum.