Quotes About Elegance

Trees are the fairest ornaments of nature.

Wine is how classy people get wasted.

Wine is the fastest way I know to a gourmet dinner.

Wine is liquid stardust.

Wine wears no breeches.

When I glimpse the backs of women's knees I seem to hear the first movement of Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony.

Old-style cursive handwriting is so elegant — a beautiful garden of words with flowering letters.

Through the many challenges both professionally and personally, she was the essence of grace, civility and dignity.

Where the hostess is handsome the wine is good.

Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses...

The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

Glamour is beyond beauty and beyond age. It's like sex appeal.

Beauty exists at every age. It's not about youth and perfection.

Here and there one sees the blush of wild rose haws or the warmth of orange fruit on the bittersweet, and back in the woods is the occasional twinkle of partridgeberries. But they are the gem stones, the rare decorations which make the grays, the browns and the greens seem even more quiet, more completely at rest.

A beautiful woman is a car crash. Shiny asphalt and smoking rubber. Melted plastic and metal edges. Glimmering glass shrapnel iridescence scattered across the road. Haphazard beauty. Dignified and slightly terrifying.

a large silver tray, holding twelve covered dishes

embroidered with the brightest gold, and all over enriched with pearls. The hands next brought him an elegant dressing-table

Pinky Fein, a friend of Oscar's, owns the Gilded Lily, a four-star Midtown restaurant renowned for its beggar purses- paper-thin crepes filled with créme fraîche and Beluga caviar, tied into small bundles with chives, lightly sprayed with edible gold leaf, and presented like candles in a candelabra.

The best-dressed woman is one whose clothes wouldn't look too strange in the country.

Coffee black, water tap, whisky neat.

There's something luxurious about having a girl light your cigarette. In fact, I got married once on account of that.

Yes, madam," said Mrs. Cozzolina. She knew a lady when she saw one. There was something about them that stood out even when they had fallen upon hard times.

At forty-eight, she was still a strikingly handsome woman with thick, dark hair, almond eyes, a soft, full-lipped mouth

The shape of her head and the turn of her neck and bust were peculiarly noble, and the long golden-brown hair that floated like a cloud around it, the deep spiritual gravity of her violet blue eyes, shaded by heavy fringes of golden brown