Quotes About Elegance

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

Love is a beautifier.

Their love was a bright flower, youthful and radiantly beautiful.

I love anything vintage. And I love Marc Jacobs and shoes by Giuseppe Zanotti.

Cold love's the loveliest love of all. So clear, so crisp, so empty. In short, so civilized.

God is beautiful and He loves beauty.

There comes a time in every woman's life when the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne.

18th century scientists, the French in particular, seldom did things simply if an absurdly demanding alternative was available.

paradise for people who look as if they have just stepped out of a Barbour catalogue.

the finest furniture wood that has ever existed, a species of mahogany called Swietenia mahogani. Found only on parts of Cuba and Hispaniola (the island today shared by Haiti and the Dominican Republic) in the Caribbean, Swietenia mahogani has never been matched for richness, elegance, and utility. Such was the demand for it that it was entirely used up—irremediably extinct—within just fifty years of its discovery.

Whitemarsh Hall in Philadelphia

perhaps the answer is simply one: one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet, a small jazz combo working in the background. She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over to glance at his watch because she has been dancing forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians.

with her fog, her amphetamine, and her pearls ...

Whatever does not pretend at all has style enough.

Only the superfluous is sordid

Only the superfluous is dirty.

There are very few things in the world as pleasing to the ear as English spoken by a Russian woman.

Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Montrachet.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

She makes a very beautiful corpse, sir. It's quite a privilege to attend on her. It's not too much to say that she will do credit to our establishment!

Within, stood a tall old man, clean-shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

A tall man, thin and pale, with high nose and teeth so white, and eyes that seem to be burning. That he be all in black, except that he have a hat of straw which suit not him or the time.

A blush rose to my face. I fixed my eyes on the Pavement. The Other was so neat, so elegant in his suit and his shining shoes. I, on the other hand, was not neat. My clothes were ragged and faded, rotten with the Sea Water I fished in. I hated drawing his attention to this contrast between us, but nevertheless he had asked me and so I must answer. I said, 'What changed was that I used to have shoes. Now I have none.

The Beauty of the House is immeasurable; it's Kindness infinite.