Elegance is not an outer quality, but a part of the soul that is visible to others.
Grace is in a great measure a natural gift; elegance implies cultivation; or something of more artificial character. A rustic, uneducated girl may be graceful, but an elegant woman must be accomplished and well trained. It is the same with things as with persons; we talk of a graceful tree, but of an elegant house or other building. Animals may be graceful, but they cannot be elegant. The movements of a kitten or a young fawn are full of grace; but to call them "elegant" animals would be absurd.
The word "elegance" is a bit different now.
It seems there's just no room left for elegance in this paper-plate, blue-jean world. And I, for one, think it's a shame.
Real elegance is simply a true encounter with oneself.
Real elegance is everywhere, especially in the things that don't show.
Elegance is not being noticed, it's about being remembered.
Elegance does not consist in putting on a new dress.
My background may be common, but I have specialized in elegance.
I've been an admirer of Helen Mirren for a long time. As I get older, I find myself admiring older women who have poise and elegance.
Elegance is not a dispensable luxury but a factor that decides between success and failure.
Elegance is not catching somebody's eyes, it's staying in somebody's memory
Elegance doesn’t mean being noticed, it means being remembered
Elegance is a statement, an attitude. Elegant women are women of character with confidence.
Skepticism is the elegance of anxiety.
Elegance is no longer significant; clothes have to be fun.
Elegance is not the prerogative of those who have just escaped from adolescence, but of those who have already taken possession of their future.
A man who relentlessly perspires to be excellent evidently inspires many with his intelligence and elegance.
Elegance is the balance between PROPORTION, EMOTION & SURPRISE.
Who has reached the extreme limits of scale with the same infallible precision, equally guarded against the false refinement of artificial elegance and the roughness of spurious force? Who has better known how to breathe anguish and dread into the purest and most exquisite forms?