Quotes About Elegance

There was an orange flickering candle on their table, which was a fine touch in the dimly lit place. It put sort of a golden glow on their faces. Bena liked that and sort of settled into letting herself feel pretty, you know, like nearly any woman can when the lights are low.

Oh," she said, putting her hand to her throat -- it was a suprisingly long, slender hand, in contrast to the roundness of her face.

El rostro de Annie parecía amónico y dorado, como el de una mujer de un cuadro renacentista.

My love is like a red, red rose...

Madame de Pompadour excelled at an art which the majority of human beings thoroughly despise because it is unprofitable and ephemeral: the art of living.

If I've gotta go down, I'm gonna go down in style.

The candidates hit the floor like Travolta, ready with their moves, knowing that the spotlight is going to find them and illuminate every glistening thing: both sequins and sweat.

The basic foundations of Japanese home-cooked food presentation are: • never completely fill up the plates • never serve a big portion of any item • each item is served in its own dish • less is always more • each item is arranged to showcase its natural beauty • food should be garnished and dressed—lightly • fresh is best

Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.

Beauty Is A Talent

Exactness of intention produces elegance of style.

A rich man doesn't need to tell you he's rich.

Sempre gostei de grã-fina. A grã-fina é a única mulher limpa. A grã-fina nem transpira. peixoto

Bauhaus design at its best demonstrates that the ordinary and the everyday, when addressed with discernment and tastefulness, have a candor and clarity that calm the insides.

missed that place. Lavish, finely decorated

When everything shows down and my muscles are hot and strong, and the blood beats in my veins like champagne I feel this vast delight. Everything is beautiful and precious, and so clear. Light gets this bluish tinge and I feel like a hummingbird among elephants, untouchable.

Every belt buckle must be gold, every drape silver, every veil like gossamer.

It pleases me to wear silk couture and pearls. I like the way it feels on my skin, the way it fits.

The curve of her cheek, the top of her shoulder where her shift had slipped, had the bloom and sheen of just-risen cream ready to be licked.

Albinoni streamed as clear as the sun into the dining room. The old mahogany glowed like bronze. The flatware winked.

Her back was straight, she moved with enormous, fragile dignity.

Poison had made the world so beautiful.

Her smile was warm, her hand pressure brief but sincere, and her makeup flawless.

She leaned back, the very picture of ease and Anglisc wealth with her smooth honey hair, fine-draped dress, and gold winking at throat and wrist.