Quotes About Elegance

Don't say 'Horse shite,' Amelia-Rose whispered, drawing even with him. What should I call it, then, digested equine grass lumps?

Hummingbirds are less flesh than fairies. They are little more than bubbles fringed with iridescent feathers—air wrapped in light.

Most suits made the man. Gideon did things to a three-piece suit that should've been illegal.

Most suits made the man. Gideon did things to a three-piece suit that should be illegal.

It was an Argentine tango, fierce and sexy, and Reed was delicious with it. With his confident and elegant movements, their dance was almost like having sex with their clothes on.

to just above the crack of my butt in a racy V-cut.

Brioni tux, he was both debonair and

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.

This man was wearing an immaculate white suit, a pale blue shirt and a yellow satin tie with a bright stickpin. I couldn't take my eyes off that stickpin.

The lady of situations.

Is it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress?

to them. Irina's apartment was located over the plush clubby

Usually, she liked to be big and strong, it helped her to handle iron, brass and bronze. Still, now and then she wanted a little elegance...

She was what an aristocrat should be, porcelain and silk, unreachable, gracious, untainted by the dust of all this common death.

Iuletta's delicate pallor whitened. Her eyes became the shade of the purple core of a peacock's feather. She was extraordinary, and for an instant, Cornelia fell back from her aghast at this unconscionsciable loveliness.

Do you feel the soul sucked from you, most elegant swordsman?

Physical glamour she admired, and an open purse likewise.

Young, handsome, blond as ice, and dressed as splendidly as King Malban himself, if with better taste.

The noon sun, raying through the orange trees, fired his elegant silk clothes, and revealed his hair as pure light. It was a fitting halo for the marvellous face Mareme had compared to an angel's-though whether of the heavenly variety or one of the descended sort, it was somehow hard to be sure.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace.

When you look at a piece of delicately spun glass you think of two things: how beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.

Kate had been inside enough grand London homes not to publicly gape at the obvious wealth and beauty of the furnishings, but even she was impressed by the interiors, decorated with elegance and restraint in the Adam style. Even the ceilings were works of art—done up in pale shades of sage and blue, the colors separated by white plasterwork so intricate it almost appeared to be a more solid form of lace.