Quotes About Elegance

The timecracks into furious flower. Lifts its faceall unashamed. And sways in wicked grace.

With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.

Oscar sat back and looked at me appraisingly. "I need to think. And to think I must have oysters and champagne.

Gardens... should be like lovely, well-shaped girls: all curves, secret corners, unexpected deviations, seductive surprises and then still more curves.

An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.

A dark horse riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winning post, his mane moonflowing, his eyeballs stars.

Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the mountains. Near are lakes. Round their shores file shadows black of cedargroves. Aroma rises, a strong hair growth of resin. It burns, the orient, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the bronze flight of eagles. Under it lies the womancity, nude, white, still, cool, in luxury. A fountain murmurs among damask roses. Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet wine grapes. A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring.

her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that, supply soft and

There was grace and mystery in her attitude as if she were a symbol of something.

According to legend, he had worn elegant clothes and spoken Parisian French and had his land and wealth stolen from him by carpetbaggers after the war.

A woman opened the back door. She wore a black suit and hose; her hair was black, too, pulled straight back, her skin the color of paste, her eyes dark and luminous, as though she had a fever. "I'm Emmeline.

By nine, Mildred was powdered, puffed, perfumed, and patted to that state of semi-transparency that a woman seems to achieve when she is really dressed to go out.

The woman, he thought, was all good handwriting.

I wouldn't throw her outta bed for eating crackers. She was all class.

a monstrous bastion of arrogant elegance

It sat proudly atop the hill behind wrought-iron gates, with smooth lawns, tennis courts, and shiny classroom buildings, a monstrous bastion of arrogant elegance, glowing like a phoenix above the ramshackle neighborhood of Chicken Hill.

Like Oscar Wilde said, "I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best," he thought.

Her English had an elegant European lilt, what I thought was a French accent—?vowels in the front of her mouth, consonants brushed with feathers.

scarf wrapped around her head.

Nordic Classicism.

second glasses of excellent

slim, brightly wrapped package

Oscar Wilde said, "I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best," he thought.

shipshape honeymoon hotel.