Quotes About Elegance

Coco Chanel had that famous line about when you go out the house take off one accessory, so I kind of live by that rule.

I love, love, love Charlotte Olympia shoes, but who doesn't?

Every Bond girl has a certain charm, and sometimes - almost every time - that charm is more important than beauty. In the films and in life.

It is important to be chic.

What is chic is just to be perfect, like magical, no?

Audrey Hepburn was always so chic, simple, and beautiful.

The French are so phenomenally, casually chic!

I try and be a little bit chic. I wouldn't wear sweatpants. I wouldn't wear a twinset.

Parisians have this ability to be cool and chic without appearing to have made an effort.

I love how chic yet simple ballet style is for everyday dressing.

If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited from his race, what superiority nature may have personally gifted him with, comes out in death.

Capitalism does millions of things better than the alternatives. It balances supply and demand in an elegant way that central planning has never come close to.

If you have an amazing sparkly dress or dramatic outfit, make sure you keep the accessories simple.

You know, this might surprise people, but what I really want and what I'm really working toward is a Chanel suit. I'd really like to have one that I could wear forever - a really classic one.

The interesting thing about London is that there are always stylish surprises around every corner.

I personally think that a bouquet of white roses is simple, chic, and surprisingly long-lasting.

You shudder deliciously. It becomes you.

wore a three-piece blue suit, a striped tie, and ivory cufflinks. His gray hair was combed along the sides of his head, and he looked as if he had just come from a concert.

Her voice froze on the second word, like a feather taking off in a sudden draft. Then it cooed and hovered and soared and eddied and the silent invitation of a smile picked delicately at the corners of her lips, very slowly, like a child trying to pick up a snowflake.

The butler went away among the abominable plants. The General spoke again, slowly, using his strength as carefully as an out-of-work show-girl uses her last good pair of stockings.

She was sitting behind a black glass desk that looked like Napoleon's tomb and she was smoking a cigarette in a black holder that was not quite as long as a rolled umbrella.

She wore a steel gray business suit and under the jacket a dark blue shirt and a man's tie of lighter shade. The edges of the folded handkerchief in the breast pocket looked sharp enough to slice bread.

His clothes looked as if they had cost a great deal of money and had been slept in. (Guns at Cyrano's)

She thought. It was nice to watch her thinking. She still had her legs crossed, and still carelessly.