Quotes About Elegance

I resemble the poplar,--that tree which, even when old, still looks young.

A man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up in the air.

Truth is a demure lady, much too ladylike to knock you on your head and drag you to her cave. She is there, but people must want her, and seek her out.

Technical skill is mastery of complexity, while creativity is mastery of simplicity.

In many cases a dull proof can be supplemented by a geometric analogue so simple and beautiful that the truth of a theorem is almost seen at a glance.

He moved like a dancer, which is not surprising; a horse is a beautiful animal, but it is perhaps most remarkable because it moves as if it always hears music.

Simplicity is indeed often the sign of truth and a criterion of beauty.

Mathematics rightly viewed possesses not only truth but supreme beauty.

Glamour is not self-conscious; it's not trying really hard. It's just expressing your own truth. I think that's what the essence of glamour really is—expressing your uniqueness.

I have found my star. She is beauty and grace. Elegance and goodness. My laughter in winter. She is courageous and strong. Bold and tempting. Unlike any other in all the universe, and I cannot touch her. I dare not even try." [Zarek]

When you get dressed up, put on everything you want, just the way you want it. Then take off one thing. (Preferably not the dress.)

It really is too bad that sometimes inconvenient facts surface to thumb their noses at remarkably elegant hypotheses.

But tonight, after the carriages left, there would be Millie, her scent like a breeze from their lavender field at the height of summer, her skin as smooth as the finest velvet. Their eyes met. She flushed. Desire tumbled through him.

Charlotte Holmes. I thought I might see you here." The voice belonged to Lord Ingram, but slightly raspy, as if he were under the weather?or recovering from a night of hard drinking. She turned around slowly. "Hullo, Ash." A complicated pleasure, this man.

beautiful one. Emily was

A pretty sight, a lady with a book.

Crystal shoes And a mare to ride on, A milk white mare, And a silver woven in my hair.

Of all the women in the world the Parisian woman is the best to look at. When one knows her one discovers that she is not quite so different from other women as one would suppose from the way that she does her hair.

Shiny first. Pastries later.

Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.

if N is large enough, it is virtually impossible to deduce p and q from N, and this is perhaps the most beautiful and elegant aspect of the RSA asymmetric cipher.

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

Beauty is the shadow of imperfection.

From the intrinsic evidence of his creation, the Great Architect of the Universe now begins to appear as a pure mathematician.