Quotes About Elegance

I love when people walk into my house and start grinning: "This is too much - this is so you!" Why give people brown cardboard when you can give them embroidered, crystal-flecked organza?

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South

"Loving You is Easy Cause You're Beautiful" Hers was a gift of love, a miracle of life, For all the world to see and hear forever.

I have very talented people dress me and put my makeup on, stuff like that. But I do love that look, and I think it's maybe because I grew up on that old glamour.

Composers love to write for symphony orchestras because the symphony is the Rolls Royce of musical instruments.

I love a great pair of jeans and a nice blouse.

I love that old glamour look. I think it's because I grew up on it.

I love glamorous women. Hugh adores glamour, as well. Im completely behind women dressing up and looking as good as they can.

You should strive for brevity, which is concise and efficient expression, as well as beauty, which is the melodic or poetic aspect of your language. [...] That state of mind is partly aesthetic. You have to be trying to produce something of worth, beauty and elegance. Do you plan to settle for ugly and uncouth? Do you want to destroy, instead of build?

My dream car would be a Maserati. That would be amazing.

Vestía con la misma sobriedad que el hombre de la escopeta: ropas sencillas, discretas, con aire de usadas, pero aun con ellas no perdía el punto de elegancia y clase, la dignidad de la que siempre se había revestido. La misma que no se perdía ni se ganaba con una guerra, porque iba pegada a la piel y al carácter como un sello de poder.

While a hidden orchestra played funeral marches, the guests were waited on by naked negresses wearing only slippers and stockings in cloth of silver embroidered with tears.

Beauty is everything.

Repudian las cosas líricas porque obligan a pensamientos muy altos y a gestos demasiado dignos.

For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes, gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, poetic fields encompass me around, and still I seem to tread on classic ground.

There is nothing touches our imagination so much as a beautiful woman in a plain dress.

There is not so variable a thing in nature as a lady's head-dress.

There is nothing that makes its way more directly to the soul than beauty.

There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.

But there is nothing that makes its way more directly to the Soul than Beauty, which immediately diffuses a secret satisfaction and complacency through the imagination, and gives a finishing to any thing that is Great or Uncommon.

She strode like a grenadier, was strong and upright like an obelisk, had a beautiful face, a candid brow, pure eyes, and not a thought of her own in her head.

Ornaments were invented by modesty.

He was a beautiful man. What more than this need be said? The sort of man who makes you think the movement of foliage might be causing the breeze.

Sometimes the district captain swung his cane slightly; it hinted at an exuberance that knows where to stop.