Quotes About Elegance

I soon noticed that there was nothing haphazard about her clothing; it was all in keeping with a particular style that I might call "Little Lord Fauntleroy meets French salon hostess.

The peach gown she'd chosen was the color of the sunrise, the rippling watered silk seeming to subtly change from rose to pink to nearly orange in different lights. She'd fallen in love with it at once.

The duke brought her hand to his mouth and, his azure eyes glittering in the candlelight, pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist. And then the edge of his teeth. She felt the warm softness of his lips, the prickle of against tender skin, and a sort of shock seemed to go straight through the center of her body. He let her go and her wrist felt the cold of night. Séraphine. The burning one. I should've known.

Then he dived back into the storage compartment and came back up with a hamper containing a small bottle of milk for the tea, a basket of peeled hard-boiled eggs, ham sliced so thin it was nearly transparent, crumbling sharp cheese, crusty bread, a cold raspberry tart, and several crisp apples, all served on China plates.

I'm Joanna but you can call me Jo if you wish. I've always wanted someone to call me Jo. It's sounds so dashing, don't you think?

delicate layers of lace falling from the sleeves at her elbows. The lace was repeated

Twilight crept along the ground like a woman trailing long gray veils.

She was a tall woman with big bones and a noble face, dark eyebrows and a neatly folded jowl. She would have made a distinguished-looking man and, sometimes, wearing evening dress, looked like some famous general in drag.

the periwinkles looked exactly as if they were being poured down each side of the steps -- ...

I've never been very keen on women who hang their sex round their neck like baubles. I think it should be discovered. It's more interesting to discover the sex in a woman than it is to have it thrown at you, like a Marilyn Monroe or those types. To me they are rather vulgar and obvious.

Simplicity does not need to be simple. Instead it should be forged of complexity that has been compressed and synthesized.

Half light, half shade,She stood, a sight to make an old man young.

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.

lleva su inolvidable belleza con la distraída tranquilidad de quien es mucho más profundo que el estar siendo bonita todo el tiempo.

Lo, this is she that was the world's delight.

Art in nature.

In the menu, there should be a climax and a culmination. Come to it gently. One will suffice.

He was, she thought, as beautiful as a young god, lying on his side among the grass and flowers

having had the gleam taken out of her to the point where she resembles twilight

Horses make a landscape look beautiful.

It deified a certain posture: static, cream-shouldered, jutting hips, cigarette poised between lipstick and eternity.

My favorite thing in the world is a box of fine European chocolates which is, for sure, better than sex.

Major Rutledge of the Buffs, Eton and Sandhurst as to intonation, millimetrically tooth-brushed as to moustache, Savile Row as to the quite dazzling sartorial perfection of his khaki drill, was so magnificently out of place in the wild beauty of the rocky, tree-lined bluffs of that winding creek that his presence there seemed inevitable.

The visit has commenced. The box step, three-quarter waltz time. No fast moves or sudden stops.