Quotes About Sophistication

Being imaginative and playful doesn't make you any less of an adult," Gabriel said gently. "It only makes you a more interesting one.

St. Vincent was far too clever to rely on physical violence when a few well-chosen words would skewer someone with a minimum of fuss.

Beatrix had worn her best gown, made of shimmering aniline violet. The bodice was scooped low, revealing a generous expanse of fair skin. Her hair had been curled and swept up with a multitude of pearl-tipped pins- other than that, she wore no adornment.

Dressed in a lemon-colored gown made of cashmere, with sleeves of a silk so thin it was referred to by dressmakers as peau de papillon , or "butterfly skin," Lily was breathtakingly beautiful.

I'm not as innocent as you might think. I'm very well read.

Sukey's approving glance swept over Amanda's black evening dress, made of shimmering crinkled silk that had been cut very low across the bosom and fitted tightly to her voluptuous shape. Rows of glittering jet beads adorned the bodice and long sleeves, while her gloves and shoes were of soft chamois leather. It was a sophisticated ensemble, one that made the most of Amanda's looks and generously displayed her bosom.

John Huntington eyed Suzanne Barron across her very stylish desk in her very stylish office. She was stylish herself—classy

You may be desperate, but never let anyone see you as anything less than a cultivated woman.

Don't ever tell anyone where you bought something. If you get a complement say, "Thank you. I got it in Europe.

You cannot be both fashionable and first-rate.

There is one thing that matters -- to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people.

With virtues equall'd by her wit alone

Polished brass will pass upon more people than rough gold.

She wears chunky gold neck jewelry like battle armor and carries a leather briefcase for which some crocodile or snake probably gave its life.

But you are a charming and beautiful dunces, madame. And," he continued in French, "a charming and beautiful woman can get away with murder. Can you imagine that any man here would prosecute you for assassinating our language?

Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.

Just keep the shirt clean," Susan muttered. "No problem. I can wipe my fingers on the cummerbund." "I can't take you anywhere," Susan said.

I work in grand halls and bedchambers with wine and perfume. Not in dark alleyways with cloaks and knives. I don't like knives. I don't even own a knife. And my cloaks are far too expensive to risk bloodying.

Does it hurt to be as suave as you, boss?" "It's agonizing." "Looks it.

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They [best dressed women] don't want to look like their daughters. They want their own individual brand of chic. […] The cut and fit must be exactly right, and they are willing to spend hours in the fitting room to make sure of it. They spend money, too. But if any one of them went broke tomorrow she'd rather choose one perfectly cut expensive dress and make it do for years than buy a dozen cheap ones.

Unlike Sophie, I don't keep every worn-out rag about the house. I can't vouch for the holes. Those old woolen liveries make a feast for moths. It only encourages pests to hang around if you feed them.' 'Do you suppose that is why he has given us no more than a cup of cocoa after our night's labor?' Claudia asked Loo in a loudish voice. 'Would you care for a biscuit, Miss Milmont?' Thoreau asked.

Like a domestic cat, purring on the sofa by day, but by night, a strutting queen, a natural killer, disdainful of her other life.

A faerie heart is different from a human heart. Human hearts are elastic. They have room for all sorts of passions, and they can break and heal and love again and again. Faerie hearts are evolutionarily less sophisticated. They are small and hard, like tiny grains of sand. Our hearts are too small to love more than one person in a lifetime.