Quotes About Elegance

The most satisfying of languages, Latin.

her hair pulled back in one of those tremendous preppy bows from the Talbots catalogue.

S. T. Dupont lighter

Beauty reflected in a pool may be a little blurred, but it can be as beautiful in its own way as the original.

Nowhere in this novel is exploitation, pain for the sake of pain, or needless cruelty. The entire novel manages to balance its elegant philosophical concerns with also being an amazing feat of human tenderness.

His mouth came to hers suddenly, hovering above those thirsting lips as he drilled her with the intensity of his mercury gaze. " Neliss . . . " he murmured, reverting to the elegance of their ancient language. " Neliss ent desita." Beauty of the ages.

Bollinger Champagne, one of my favorites.

Truth is always fascinating because it always lies in beauty.

dilapidated grandeur of St. Petersburg,

Oi niin mahtavaan riemunkirjavaan mekkoonsa sonnustautuneena kultainen syysrouva tanssi Pekingiin! Hän pyörähteli ympäriinsä, näytti kaikki pukunsa värit ja häikäisi ihmisten silmiä tuoksuvien sulojensa lukemattomilla mahdollisuuksilla, määrätietoisesti, hämmästyttävästi ja tyrmistyttävästi.

You're a quiet, beautiful woman in a loud, ugly place. An orchid among weeds. You define obvious.

Rank is a great beautifier.

It didn't take very long for Arthur to realize that, when it came to real-world complexities, the elegant equations and the fancy mathematics he'd spent so much time on in school were no more than tools—and limited tools at that. The crucial skill was insight, the ability to see connections.

Não é preciso ser ingente para ser sublime

But for anything to be alive, it required motion : the current must run, the record must turn, a person must leave or find another path. Without movement or change, the world became nothing more than a stale copy, and this was the trouble with Ba's elegant calligraphy, his patient life, it was frozen in time.

The dress must not hang on the body but follow its lines. It must accompany its wearer and when a woman smiles the dress must smile with her.

and when he moved it was like watching oil spread across a lake, smooth and fluid, almost vicious

For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty?

all the grace I saw then was his own: simple, unadorned, glorious.

For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? It was enough to watch him win, to see the soles of his feet flashing as they kicked up sand, or the rise and fall of his shoulders as he pulled through the salt. It was enough. I

She seemed to fit into the air like a jewel in its crown.

He was like a flame himself. He glittered, drew eyes. There was a glamour to him, even on waking, with his hair tousled and his face still muddled with sleep.

She wears a cape, and it is this that undoes her—that allows her to be pulled, limbs light and poised as a cat, from her horse.

She's like cream, she's that soft. Once her thighs are around you, you'll forget your own name.