Quotes About Elegance

Outer space is no place for a person of breeding.

His life was one long extravaganza, like living inside a Faberge egg.

Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

He moved through his mind with the assuredness of an explorer and the grace of a poet.

se misca precum un poem si zambea precum un sfinx

It's a blessing to die at the hand of someone beautiful

It sounded just as he'd always imagined it would: like calligraphy, if calligraphy were written in honey.

Meet me in the courtyard in half an hour, then," said Will. "I'll wake Cyril. And be prepared to swoon at my finery.

Perhaps not," said Will, who had ears like a bat's. "But I would make a radiant bride.

The Queen sniffed. "I rather miss your Jace," she said. "Of all of you, he was the prettiest and the best-mannered.

Are you in fashion? You look like you're in fashion." "No," [Magnus] said. "I am fashion.

Mark spoke like a poem and walked like a dance.

He carefully maintained the blasé air of one who had been here before and had been incredibly well dressed that time too

La belle Isabelle

A massive fir, it rose to nearly touch the ceiling at the far end of the ballroom. When Will asked Charlotte how on earth it had gotten in there, she had only waved her hands and said something about Magnus.

Grace Kelly's 'Lisa Carol Fremont' is my spirit animal.

A woman's face, naked and unadorned, is as beautiful as the moon, and as mysterious.

Rosebud. Aren't you lovely.

A princess," (Queen Sophia) would proclaim, "requires a graceful and willowy carriage, not the appetite of a swineherd.

out of it glided ladies in dresses that trailed along in a rustle of silk, men who swept their hats off with the same grandeur with which they swung their canes, liveried servants with impassive expressions, expectant drivers and porters bearing lighted candles.

She was beautiful and terrifying, savage and pure.

You'll forgive the flowery talk, won't you? Our family does so love to be told they are beautiful. Vanity is an old and venerable habit.

Endings are lush and lascivious, Vince; they call to me. All spread out on satin inevitabilities, waiting, beckoning, promising impossibly, obscenely elegant solutions—if you've been a good lad and dressed the house just so, for its comfort, for its arousal. All the rest of the nonsense a story requires is must a long seduction of the ending.

oh, come on, you must know 'Leave It Black.' I see a black door and I'm extremely satisfied with how it looks?