Quotes About Elegance

He was ruinously beautiful in the way that knives and scalpels can be beautiful

My lady, the tiger

His cuffs are jewelled, and the moth pin that holds his cloak in place has wings that move on their own.

You know, until this trip, I thought I liked the cold. One can dress extravagantly when there's no risk of sweating- brocades, gold trims, hats. But I am reevaluating.' ... I roll my eyes. 'You have an understated elegance, so no need to worry about weather.

He took out another black cigarette from his silver case, fitted it into his cigarette holder, and lit it.

It's the flaw that brings out beauty.

She had arrived in a gown of black silk beneath a cage of fish bones and shells, her deep aquamarine hair caught up in a crown of coral.

the dress clings to my chest and waist, skirt flaring over my hips. The tattered edges give it a haunting elegance, as though I am wrapped in the shadows of dusk. I look the picture of mysterious courtier, rather than someone who sleeps in dirt.

Ah! A lady of mystery. My very favorite kind

Wine is brought in coloured carafes. They glow aquamarine and sapphire, citrine and ruby, amethyst and topaz. Another course comes, with sugared violets and frozen dew. Then come domes of glass, under which little silvery fish sit in a cloud of pale blue smoke.

Cardan is wearing a high jewelled collar of jet on a stiff black doublet. Over the top of his pointed ears are knifelike caps of gold, matching the gold along his cheekbones. His expression is remote.

He's supposed to look regal. I helped choose the clothes, helped make him this way, and yet the effect is not lost on me.

Queen Annet sits on a throne covered in powdery white moths, each one fluttering its wings a little, giving the whole thing the effect of a moving carpet.

I am in a gown of deep forest green with crow feathers covering the shoulders and sleeves, while Cardan wears a doublet ornamented with bright beetle wings.

Nicasia saunters over to where the smith is sitting. She wears a dress of purple that is peacock blue when it catches the light. Her hair is woven in to a braid that circles her head, and at her brow is a chain from which dangle dozens upon dozens of beads in sparkling purples and blues and amber.

Taryn is beautiful in her heavily embroidered dress, and Vivi radiant in soft violet grey with artfully sewn moths seeming to fly from her shoulder across her chest to gather in another group on one side of her waist. I realise how rarely I've seen her in truly splendid clothes. Her hair is up, and my earrings glitter in her lightly furred ears. Her cat eyes gleam in the half light, twin to Madoc's. For once, that makes me smile.

Will you dance with me?' I ask Cardan, sinking in to a curtsey, acid in my voice. 'For I find you every bit as beautiful as you find me.

In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!

Palace women like blossoms filled springtime galleries here. There's nothing left now--only quail breaking into flight.

Champagne is never a mistake.

An attractive, elegant, slim woman. The sort of woman she never thought it was possible for her to be. She had become one of those women, those other women, who had seemed too perfectly put together to be real.

lavish, dark hair of hers over one shoulder to

she wore a beautifully cut suit, her blond hair elegantly styled, her makeup flawless.

She was back on her skates, twirling expertly