Quotes About Opulence

Life is short. At the buffet of it, who doesn't want the best dessert?

There's money, and then there's class.

Life in a palace rather resembles camping in a museum

Vivo in una solitudine selvaggia e raffinata, misera e opulenta, dove le passioni ardono s'inceneriscono riardono incessantemente.

Whether rich people make money or lose money, they get no sympathy from the public.

The Roaring Eighties were a new gilded age, where winning was celebrated at all costs.

Yet Dives himself, he too lives like a Czar in an ice palace made of frozen sighs, and being a president of a temperance society, he only drinks the tepid tears of orphans.

And in a way, what could be more rock and roll than lying around on deck being served caviar and champagne off a surfboard? If Keith Moon had lived long enough, he'd have loved it. Although come to that, he might have tried to push the mini-golf buggy into the pool.

The French, I knew, were well ahead in this area, constructing gigantic palaces in the centre of cities which offer every luxury to travellers prepared to pay well to avoid any real contact with the place they were visiting.

Obama seems to want to do something to damage rich people.

I think there is something about luxury - it's not something people need, but it's what they want. It really pulls at their heart.

Dope and diamonds, dope and diamonds, that's all that I want

People of civilized countenance made much of exposing the soft underbellies of their psyche—effete and sensitive were the brands of finer breeding. It was easy for them, safe, and that was the whole point, after all: a statement of coddled opulence that burned the throats of the poor more than any ostentatious show of wealth.

Varian walked into the room, his face expressionless. He was wearing his hat with the blue feather, and a long crushed velvet coat, of deepest blue, which was covered in intricate embroidery. His hands were heavy with enormous jewelled rings. Affluence seemed to roll off him in waves. He inspected Finnigin for a few long moments.

His long golden hair hung towards the grey, rug-covered flagstones like precious rags torn from a queen's train.

Magrast, so huge and busy, had un-nerved Khaster and Valraven at first. They were used to the wild, free air of Caradore. Here they found enclosed spaces, areas of decay and poverty, where the air was almost unbearable. High walls enclosed them, and a forest of bleak turrets, immense domes, elegant spires.

The men, comparitively dull beings in this house of feminine finery, were dashing nonetheless in tight clothes of viridian and iron blue, gold earrings glittering among the oiled ringlets around their shoulders.

I think this illustrates succinctly what the Magravandian kings have become," Tayven said. "Moldy, stagnant, rotten, and dank.

Magrast was like someone's version of hell; there was opulance and luxury, but a dark, rotten heart to it. So far, Khaster had only glimpsed the other Magrast, but he sensed it was there. The eyes of the whores, both male and female, who haunted the mazelike streets, oozed a knowledge that was not just sexual. Khaster perceived a veiled invitation: I can show things beyond your dreams or nightmares. Come to me, succumb. Learn. Then pay.

On the soft bed of luxury many kingdoms have expired.

A little of this caviar finds its way to the fish restaurants around Istanbul's Taksim Square, but the bulk is sent on to the United Arab Emirates to be enjoyed by wealthy Westerners and Arabs in the preposterous hotels that have set new standards in unnecessary opulence.

But even now the city's freewheeling virtual world stood in stark contrast to the day-to-day lives of most people, to those of young men, and especially of young women, and above all of children who went to sleep unfed but could see on some small screen people in foreign lands preparing and consuming and even conducting food fights with feasts of such opulence that the very fact of their existence boggled the mind.

with towels so plush and fine that when she at last emerged she felt like a princess using them, or at least like the daughter of a dictator who was willing to kill without mercy in order for his children to pamper themselves with cotton such as this, to feel this exquisite sensation on their naked stomachs and thighs, towels that felt as if they had never been used before and might never be used again.

But even now the city's freewheeling virtual world stood in stark contrast to the day-to-day lives of most people, to those of young men, and especially of young women, and above all of children who went to sleep unfed but could see on some small screen people in foreign lands preparing and consuming and even conducting food fights with feasts of such opulence that the very fact of their existence boggled the mind.