I think that a woman that is elegant herself is somebody who can dress herself easily and effortlessly.
I'm from the middle of nowhere in Somerset, and if I have too much stimulus or chaos, then I tend to not be as creative.
If you took some of the behavior that you see in the fashion world and put it anywhere else, it would just be embarrassing.
There are only three things I can do - make a dress, decorate a house, and entertain people.
An evening dress that reveals a woman's ankles while walking is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen.
People keep asking "Jacob or Edward?" when the really important question is "Diamond Dave or Sammy?
There is no reason for me to show my collection in New York, because it's not about craft and technique there.
I may sometimes be willing to teach for nothing, but if paid at all, I shall never do a man's work for less than a man's pay.
Being a part of exhibitions is not a burden; it's another way for an independent label such as mine to reach a larger audience by exposing them to my whole body of work.
Women of the working class, especially wage workers, should not have more than two children at most. The average working man can support no more and and the average working woman can take care of no more in decent fashion.
I've seen petite brides carry a ballgown, and I have also seen plus-size women carry a ballgown, though you wouldn't think so.
Odd as this might sound, I suppose I’m glad you’re here, Jacob. [Edward Cullen]
But after the time there I'd had it with fashion again, so I left to go to architecture school in a summer course at Harvard, which didn't last very long.
It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.
I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.
anyone who’s worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.
What's the use trying to read Shakespeare, especially in one of those little paper editions whose pages get ruffled, or stuck together with sea-water?
They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]
No doubt we should be, on the whole, much worse off than we are without our astonishing gift for illusion.
He is precisely the young man to fall headlong in love and repent it for the rest of his life.
My heart knows what my mind only think it knows.
