Quotes About Elegance

Solange Gott ein Mann ist, nicht ein Paar, kann das Leben einer Frau, nur so bleiben wie es heute ist, nämlich erbärmlich, die Frau als Proletarier der Schöpfung, wenn auch noch so elegant verkleidet.

He is rather an elegant creature and I enjoy looking at him. He pleases me as a man and as a human being. Brilliance, intellectually speaking, is not required of the ministry, but integrity is.

Surviving is important. Thriving is elegant.

The epitome of sophistication is utter simplicity.

Some writers dress the truth in a kind of elegant language, so it doesn't seem quite so blatant, so harsh, so raw. But Rosa was not afraid of that."

The city became for me the ideal of what I wanted to be as a grownup. Friendly but never gushing, cool but not frigid or distant, distinguished without the awful stiffness.

But I'm living proof you don't have to spend a lot in order to look great.

When in doubt, I always say, wear black. You can never go wrong with black.

Be like Grace: Wear large, dark glasses and a filmy scarf over your hair next time you go out in public. People will totally wonder who the mysterious beauty is, standing in line behind them at Blockbuster.

Today Rommel had on a mink bolero jacket. I am not even joking. It was dyed lavender to match the one slung across Grandmère's shoulders.

HRH Olivia Grace

The queen was settling on the edge of the bed, ungainly with hesitation and at the same time exquisite in her grace, like a heron landing in a treetop.

You look beautiful and tragic, just the way a heroine should on the eve of battle. Like Joan of Arc in her silver armor.

Being young is one thing, but healthy is beautiful at any age.

Your purse is bulging, Mr. Fox. Tuck it away before you board.

I'm going to be just as nasty as you are—but I'm going to do it with more style.

Tradition spoke of an elegant half-arch being only a fallen pile of stones without its counterpart to make it whole.

Thereon were seated in a hundred decorative attitudes, or stood immobile like carvings, or walked superbly across their sapphire setting, interweaving with each other like a living arabesque, a swarm of snowwhite cats.

It led on and on; vistas of forgotten metal; moribund, stiff in a thousand attitudes of mortality; with not a rat, not a mouse; not a bat, not a spider. Only the Lamb, sitting in his high chair with a faint smile upon his lips; alone in the luxury of his vaulted chamber, where the red carpet was like blood, and the walls were lined with books that rose up...up... volume after volume until the shadows engulfed them.

waar de weelde zich met welbehagen in het ordelijke spiegelt (...)

My Great-aunt Squintina (grand-mother of Cousin Tabitha Twitchit) -- died of a thimble in a Christmas plum pudding. I never put any article of metal in MY puddings or pies. (Explained by the very elegantly attired Duchess, at a luncheon party.)

What a delight to have such a handsome couple before me, Miss Swan, Mr. McNeal. You must both

doeskin trousers, topped off with a merino vest and silk scarf. Propped nearby was a handsome cane

I want it to be the poet's Camelot: green grass and high towers and ladies in gowns and warriors strewing their paths with flowers. I want minstrels and laughter! Wasn't it ever like that? A little, I said, though I don't remember many flowery paths. I do recall the warriors limping out of battle, and some of them crawling and weeping with their guts trailing behind them in the dust.