Quotes About Elegance

The second component of intelligence involves the elegance of interpretations of the experiences of life.

His guests found it fun to watch him make tea -- mixing careful spoonfuls from different caddies.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

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It's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it [charm], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have. Some women, the few, have charm for all; and most have charm for one. But some have charm for none.

Great works are often quiet works.

It's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it, you don't need to have anything else; and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have.

As the pearl is achieved through the stimulus of finely comminuted particles of silicon and is destined to be worn about the soignée necks of some of the better carcasses in town, we take Czgowchwz out of the thrall of time and cultivate a legend.

Tea is quiet and our thirst for tea is never far from our craving for beauty.

Sophistication is upscale conformity.

Judas paused at the edge of the Venetian ballroom, letting the colors swirl in front of him. Crimson reds, deepest golds, indigos that matched the evening sea, blacks that ate the light, and the pearly radiance of bare shoulders. Nowhere did the women dress as brightly, and display

You know, I just love Grace Kelly. Not because she was a princess, not because she was an actress, not because she was my friend, but because she was just about the nicest lady I ever met. Grace brought into my life as she brought into yours, a soft, warm light every time I saw her, and every time I saw her was a holiday of its own. No question, I'll miss her, we'll all miss her, God bless you, Princess Grace.

An elegant sufficiency, content,Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books.

Beautiful things don't ask for attention.

Andy's mother, with her understated jewelry and her not-quite-interested smile – the kind of woman who could get on the phone with the mayor if she needed a favor – seemed

Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it

And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky...

La impresión espartana que transmitía correspondería a su naturaleza o a su bolsillo.

She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose white scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze; a girl as bewitching, and clever, as any girl who ever lived.

I thought (erroneously) that he dressed like Alfred Douglas, or the Comte de Montesquiou: beautiful starchy shirts with French cuffs; magnificent neckties; a black greatcoat that billowed behind him as he walked and made him look like a cross between a student prince and Jack the Ripper.

they were magnificent creatures, such eyes, such hands, such looks-sic oculos, sic ille manus, sic ora ferebat.

Death is the mother of Beauty. And what is Beauty? Terror.

I sometimes get the feeling that he was less pleased by kindness itself than by the elegance of the gesture.

She carried her head like a lady and her body like a snake.