Quotes About Elegance

"Great love affairs start with Champagne…"

A woman should be like a single flower, not a whole bouquet.

You can wear black in any moment of the day, no matter your age. You can wear black with almost any occasion. A black dress is essential for every woman.

I have always loved things that are timeless and get better with age.

Tailored jackets with jeans is a great look for all ages. Dress up with a heel and pretty shirt, or just wear a smart T-shirt under the jacket.

When I think of Boris Diaw, I think of Beethoven in the age of the romantics

Matching shoes and bags immediately age you by 10 years.

Simplicity, very rare in our age.

Tom Finney would have been great in any team, in any match and in any age, even if he had been wearing an overcoat.

When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . . . The young person is handsome, but the old, superb.

A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age.

She was "a woman of uncertain age.

I admire those people who hold on to their elegance in old age but I'd rather have fun.

Mercedes is a pretty princess

Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything.

Our human and earthly limits, properly understood, are not confinements but rather inducements to formal elaboration and elegance, to fullness of relationship and meaning.

She turned towards me immediately. The easy elegance of every movement of her limbs and body as soon as she began to advance from the far end of the room, set me in a flutter of expectation to see her face clearly. She left the window—and I said to myself, The lady is dark. She moved forward a few steps—and I said to myself, The lady is young. She approached nearer—and I said to myself (with a sense of surprise which words fail me to express), The lady is ugly! Never

Your thighs are apple trees. Your knees are the southern breeze.

The beggar has wrapped his legs and feet in brown paper tape, and the effect is startlingly medieval, as though someone has partially sculpted a knight from office materials. The trim calves, the tapered toes, an elegance calling out for ribbons. Above the tape, the man is a blur, a spastic scribble, his being abraded by concrete and misfortune. He has become the color of pavement, his very race in question.

and the sort of Italian restaurant furniture, in dark welded steel, that might have belonged to any decade of the past hundred years.

Aubrey Beardsley.

Hubertus Bigend, a nominal Belgian who looks like Tom Cruise on a diet of virgins' blood and truffled chocolates.

She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering. She

In point of fact, she had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering. She