Quotes About Elegance

Living in Paris was a crash course in chic.

Paris is a beautiful city.

Everyone dreams of living in Paris.

We have the sort of beautiful older woman here in Paris. People like Loulou de la Falaise and Betty Catroux, all these beautiful looking women over 60... So there is culture here in France that even if you are older, you can stay beautiful.

I love Paris.

I'm partial to stilettos. Stilettoes and long, flowing dresses are my new favourites.

Fashion is a very particular world, as you know.

Everything in Italy that is particularly elegant and grand borders upon insanity and absurdity or at least is reminiscent of childhood.

Partner dancing is a cultured act.

I like dresses for night; I like after-party more than party. I like the mystery; I like the dream, like fantasy dresses. I think, also, that you make women dream.

If you give a party, you better give it right.

The French, it seems to me, strike a happy balance between intimacy and reserve. Some of this must be helped by the language, which lends itself to graceful expression even when dealing with fairly basic subjects.... And there's that famously elegant subtitle from a classic Western. COWBOY: "Gimme a shot of red-eye." SUBTITLE: "Un Dubonnet, s'il vous plait." No wonder French was the language of diplomacy for all those years.

Peyton Jones: For me, part of what makes programming fun is trying to write programs that have an intellectual integrity to them. You can go on slapping mud on the side of a program and it just kind of makes it work for a long time but it's not very satisfying. So I think a good attribute of a good programmer, is they try to find a beautiful solution. Not everybody has the luxury of being able to not get the job done today because they can't think of a beautiful way to do it.

Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.

That's the kind of face you had - the kind that directed the world and made it beautiful.

Music lives within thy lips Like a nightingale in roses.

She walked toward me, her high heels perforating the polished wooden air of the Richmond's quiet basement like the slow beat of a tall clock.

The Scriven men wore stack-heeled boots and pearl-studded evening coats; the ladies in their vast skirts looked like mythical creatures, half woman, half sofa.

Her hair, just long enough now to tie back in a knot, had a coppery sheen, a hint of fire in the darkness.

Occam's Razor' (so-called because the principle encourages one to cut out unnecessary complications from theory) is ultimately aesthetic: why postulate two things when one will do? Or as Occam is said to have put it, 'It is vain to do with more what can be done with fewer'.

I shall be dark and French and fashionable and difficult. And you shall be sweet and open and English and fair. What a pair we shall be! What man can resist us?

Lovely high ceilings,' I said. 'If you were very tall, you'd feel quite comfortable in here.

One wonders if the time will ever come when men . . . will lie down as gracefully and as ripe.

I have been to Burj-Al-Arab. And I visit Dubai quite often, I really like the place.