Quotes About Antiques

Every innovation scraps its immediate predecessor and retrieves still older figures – it causes floods of antiques or nostalgic art forms and stimulates the search for museum pieces.

My mother used to take me to flea markets in my stroller, and I would just rummage through the piles. You've got to dig through the overstuffed racks that everyone else just walks by. It's the only way to find the cool stuff.

It doesn't take money to have style, it just takes a really good eye. Sometimes you can find amazing culinary antiques that will make it feel like an old French kitchen.

I'd think it strange that the boardinghouse attracted both him and me, but that's what cheap places do -- draw in people with no money. An apartment of my own was unthinkable at that time of my life, and even if I'd found an affordable one it wouldn't have satisfied my fundamental need to live in a communal past, or what I imagined the past to be like: a world full of antiques.

Old is beautiful, but not if it is neglected.—Aldo Lorenzi, That Shop in Via Montenapoleone

Some people would look at this and see junk," I said. "Others see history.

My house is very serious. It's a lot of antiques, and the way I decided to liven it up is, I paired it very vibrant colors and - bugs... I think that they're pretty. And I think that they're fascinating and they're natural.

The drapery was so thick and the furniture so cloaked that I half expected to find Sherlock Holmes thumb-wrestling with Jane Austen in the corner. It wasn't as dusty or smoky as one expects a parlor to be, but all the wood had the weight of card catalogs and the fabric seemed soaked in wine. Knee-high sculptures perched in corners and by the fireplace, while jacketless books crowded on shelves, peering down like old professors too tired to speak to one another.

The owner, Julius Shimski, knew everything anyone could know about all things old—coins

I don't know anything about antiques. I do buy them now, but I have a little knowledge, and great enthusiasm.

Why was Will able to buy this cherished object, this marker of some long-past connection between two people, in an antiques store? At some point there had to be an ending, a death or a breakup, and it got tossed in a box to be given away or sold.

I like vintage shops mainly, because then you can get one-of-a-kind pieces.

I'm always buying glasses and teacups. I have way too many to use, but I just love them, particularly anything vintage.

I love finding vintage mid-century pieces at the Rose Bowl Flea Market. They have great finds at an incredible price!

I always try to scour local vintage shops and antique stores as much as I can while I'm on the road - it's my version of hunting for buried treasure.

Books were everywhere in their large apartment. Histories, biographies, novels, studies on Quebec antiques, poetry. Placed in orderly bookcases. Just about every table had at least one book on it, and oftern several magazines. And the weekend newspapers were scattered on the coffee table in the living room, in front of the fireplace. If a visitor was the observant type, and made it further into the apartment to Gamache's study, he might see the story the books in there told.

and comparison, he'd taught me how to identify a reproduction: by wear that was too even (antiques were always worn asymmetrically); by edges that were machine-cut instead of hand-planed (a sensitive fingertip could feel a machine edge, even in poor light);

Cinnamon-colored walls, rain on the windowpanes, vast quiet and a sense of depth and distance, like the varnish over the background of a nineteenth-century paintings. Rugs worn to threads, painted Japanese fans and antique valentines flickering in candlelight, Pierrots and doves and flowergarlanded hearts.

No—" his hands came together on the table—"it was one of the first antiques I ever bought, thirty years ago. In an American Folk sale. I'm not a great one for the folk art, never have been—this piece, not of the first quality, doesn't fit with anything else I own, and yet isn't it always the inappropriate thing, the thing that doesn't quite work, that's oddly the dearest?

Even when she had to make some one a present of the kind called 'useful,' when she had to give an armchair or some table-silver or a walking-stick, she would choose 'antiques,' as though their long desuetude had effaced from them any semblance of utility and fitted them rather to instruct us in the lives of the men of other days than to serve the common requirements of our own.

So many old and lovely things are stored in the world's attic because we don't want them around us and we don't dare throw them out.

they should be hidden away in an attic along with the other relics too common to be called antiques and too broken to be of any further use. Yet I was inexplicably drawn to them, too.

who will tend the farm museums who will dust the day belongings?

Time was when I could come home from my travels with many pretty old things stowed away among my shirts and socks. But that was long ago, before the German troubled the world, before we fell to turning every penny twice over, before the tax collector claimed the third rasher of bacon on the dish. Also it seems that the pretty old things grow rare as eggs of the great auk and hard to find.