Quotes About Elegance

She emanated that aura of grandeur that replaces sexual allure in the successful older woman.

She was almost monosyllabic among the buckets of mimosa and lilies a quarter of an hour later. The florist fussed and fiddled, holding blooms against Robin's hair and accidentally letting drops of cold, greenish water fall from the long stem of a rose onto her cream sweater.

you look gorgeous in this, and I'd like you to know I thought so

She was not a woman she was a world.

The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize.

The only difference between us and the animals is our ability to accessorize!

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flowsThat liquefaction of her clothes.Next, when I cast mine eyes and seeThat brave vibration each way free;Oh how that glittering taketh me!

THE ROCK OF RUBIES, AND THE QUARRY OF PEARLS Some ask'd me where the Rubies grew: And nothing I did say, But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where: Then spoke I to my girl, To part her lips, and shew me there The quarrelets of Pearl.

Complex things are easy to do. Simplicity's the real challenge.

Her silver brocade wedding gown was of the most shimmering cloth I have ever seen, encrusted with glittering embroidery of silver roses. It had a wide skirt, a seventeen inch waist, and a tight bodice with short sleeves. [She wore] superb jewels:

A bottle of good wine, like a good act, shines ever in the retrospect

Come and see my rose-coloured bath full of death!

Je bescheidener meine Wohnung war, um so eleganter wirkte alle Eleganz auf mich, um so künstlerischer erschienen mir Schöpfungen aus dem Gebiet der Kunst, und Freunde und Liebe kamen mir um so freundlicher und liebenswürdiger vor.

As the Greeks see it, elegance arises from excavation, from the cavity.

Because she was a princess she had a pegasus.

Hers was a quieter, more profound loveliness, the kind that makes sunrises special and moonbeams enchanting.

We drove under a giant gray wing and headed out over open blacktop straight for a small white airplane standing alone. A corporate thing. A business jet. A Lear, or a Gulfstream, or whatever rich people buy these days. The paint winked in the sun. There was no writing on it, apart from a tail number. No name, no logo. Just white paint. Its engines were turning slowly, and its stairs were down.

She had all the right parts in all the right proportions.

expensive silk jacket, ambitious.

on the right, in what looked like the most expensive neighborhood since money was invented. To

Plique-à-jour, which means "windows of light," is one of the most stunning and difficult enameling techniques.

A line only gets grace when it curves, you know.

You feel like butter, he whispered, and velvet.

A poet knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.