Quotes About Elegance

One should either be a work of Art, or wear a work of Art.

He dances like an Angel.

Dance is a delicate balance between perfection and beauty.

Dying ain't pretty. Death is beautiful.

The stem of a departed flower Has still a silent rank, The bearer from an emerald court Of a despatch of pink.

Watching the iris, The faint and fragile petals — How am I worthy?

Her hair was the gold of gold paintings and had been fussed with just enough but not too much.

Horses — if God made any creature more beautiful, He kept it for himself.

A horse is poetry in motion.

Beauty inspires love; so it is said, in Terre d'Ange. Was it done that we might find this world worthy of loving?

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She was so incredibly beautiful—she seemed to be wearing the sunlight, rearranging it around her from time to time, with a movement of one hand, with a movement of her head, and with her smile—that, when she paid the man and started out of the store, I started out behind her.

She moved in a silent ferocity of dignity which barely escaped being ludicrous.

she seemed to be wearing the sunlight, rearranging it around her from time to time, with a movement of one hand, with a movement of her head, and with her smile—

Simplicity is king. You want to write a sentence as clean as a bone. That is the goal. (in a 1984 interview with The Paris Review)

She danced out into the aisle, beautiful with a beauty unbearable, graceful with grace that poured from heaven.

No person of quality ever remembers social restrictions save when considering how most piquantly to break them.

But what I find so striking is their incredible simplicity.

Beauty Is not less For falling In the breeze.

green leather chairs arranged around low tables and settees; huge stone fireplace; small Oriental throw rugs, multicolored, placed together at different angles, so that just the right amount of oak floor bordered them. The walls were cherrywood, and featured framed sepias of the family and their ancestors.

My uncle, who was a little more flamboyant, always said the guy who dressed the best was Fred Astaire.

I've got uncles who wore garish stuff, you know, electric blue polyester suits, and they carried it off. But my dad never went down that path, he has never been into loud stuff. His style was fashionable, but never sharp.

Preppy never goes away. It just has its moment every 15 years, and then it goes back underground.