Decor Quotes

“Your home is living space, not storage space.”
― Francine Jay

“The ... office was decorated in early American Earth Mother, with spider plants, hemp wall tapestries, and beeswax candles.”
― Karen Neches, Earthly Pleasures

“Sensuality never goes out of style.”
― Lebo Grand

“Sensuality is the leading light of the soul.”
― Lebo Grand

“My destination is no longer a place but rather a new way of thinking, a sensual way of thinking.”
― Lebo Grand

“Love is a sensual way of thinking.”
― Lebo Grand

“Love is a sensual way of thinking and living.”
― Lebo Grand

“Butter-soft light streamed through the rounded windows, gilding every surface of the unexpectedly bright flat that Evangeline found herself in. The walls were covered in bold yellow and orange flowers, the shelves were speckled with glitter, and the books on them were arranged by the colour of the spine.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“But if we're going to be putting up signs on our walls in our own homes, shouldn't they be encouraging us to do our work well and selflessly instead?”
― Joshua Becker, The Minimalist Home: A Room-by-Room Guide to a Decluttered, Refocused Life

“A beautiful drinking horn worthy a Jarl. The wide brass rim comes with Viking Age dragon artwork and the tip with a matching brass terminal.”
― Drinking horn

“Functionality should follow sensuality, not the other way round.”
― Lebo Grand

“Sensuality can only be found in intimate moments or space.”
― Lebo Grand

“Today even the street-people have to beg pardon, or find a disguise so as not to disrupt the general décor.”
― Franco La Cecla, Against Architecture

“The pursuit of sensuality is creating opportunities in experiential luxury.”
― Lebo Grand

“Finally, Diana had worked her way down to the Abbey, an upscale restaurant with a small but lush courtyard that featured a tinkling fountain, a pair of wooden benches, flowering bushes and stands of tall grasses, and a statue resembling Rodin's The Thinker (one of the few things she did remember from the art history class she'd taken). She'd never eaten there, but she remembered Dr. Levy mentioning it as one of the places she and her husband visited for date night at least once every summer. She sat on the bench for a minute to rest her feet and peruse the menu. Tuna sushi tempura (eighteen dollars for an appetizer). Almond-crusted cod with a mandarin-citrus beurre blanc (twenty-eight dollars) and butter-poached lobster (market price). The list of cocktails and special martinis ran two pages, and when she walked up the curved stone steps and stepped into the dining room, the views of the bay were gorgeous.”
― Jennifer Weiner, That Summer

“Oh, my goodness," Sylvie said with obvious delight, immediately leaning down for a closer look at the former professor's Beauty and the Beast spread.
There were iced biscuits, piped well, each in the shape of an animated character. Happily chomping down on a smiling teapot, Mariana cooed, "Look at the gingerbread houses."
Adam had re-created the central square of a small French-inspired town in gingerbread blocks, chocolate beams, and blown sugar fountains. He'd mechanized the latter to spill out a cascade of syrup, which fizzed like sherbet and tasted far better than Dominic had expected.
Most of the sugar-craft requirements had been checked off on the cake, however, and the sculpted objects that stood atop the icing. Even for a highly skilled, trained sugar artist, it was difficult to pull off a human figure, and Adam had wisely opted for the Beast's enchanted household: the clock, the candelabra, and so on.”
― Lucy Parker, Battle Royal

“The round table and four chairs looked as though they'd been plucked from a society wedding---shimmery-pink tablecloth, a full set of old and grass-green china, crystal glasses, low bouquets of plump blush-colored peonies. There was even a crystal candelabrum.”
― Kristen Callihan, Make It Sweet

“Although, really, what was wrong with lamps?”
― Virginia Feito, Mrs. March

“Instead of calling plastic décor fake-- or it's fancy sister, faux-- I refer to it as pretend. It's pretend because using it and believing it's real is a workout for the imagination. We all know there's no way those tulips could survive the night in the wreath on the front door, so we are all silently agreeing to pretend together.”
― Myquillyn Smith, Welcome Home: A Cozy Minimalist Guide to Decorating and Hosting All Year Round

“His office was done in the same beige and green tones and the walls were covered with abstract art which lent color, but no meaning, to his surroundings.”
― Robert B. Parker, Stardust

“Even today, with no spaces left on the shelves and walls, my octo-genarian mother builds stock off fanciful garden decor: a patch of copper whirligigs among the crepe myrtles, concrete tortoises creeping around the succulents, a ceramic Mediterranean pot that could house a small family.”
― Tania Runyan, Making Peace With Paradise: an autobiography of a California girl

“Cushions and rugs, goblets and trays and half-full decanters cover every surface- all of them in a riot of colours: vermillion and umber, peacock blue and bottle green, gold and damson plum.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“I eased open the door. The room was similar to mine in shape, but was bedecked in hues or orange and red and gold, with faint traces of green and brown. Like being in an autumn wood. But while my room was all softness and grace, his was marked with ruggedness. In lieu of a pretty breakfast table by the window, a worm worktable dominated the space, covered in various weapons. It was there he sat, wearing only a white shirt and trousers, his red hair unbound and gleaming like liquid fire. Tamlin's court-trained emissary, but a warrior in his own right.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I eased open the door. The room was similar to mine in shape, but was bedecked in hues or orange and red and gold, with faint traces of green and brown. Like being in an autumn wood. But while my room was all softness and grace, his was marked with ruggedness. In lieu of a pretty breakfast table by the window, a worn worktable dominated the space, covered in various weapons. It was there he sat, wearing only a white shirt and trousers, his red hair unbound and gleaming like liquid fire. Tamlin's court-trained emissary, but a warrior in his own right.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“On the west portal, that is, the public face of the church, the archivolt has a striking collection of fifty two human heads: at the top of the arch, beneath a labarum, the faces are severe, but on either side they become progressively more grotesque and tormented, apparently because they are farther from God, perhaps even damned.”
― Malcolm Barber, The New Knighthood: A History of the Order of the Temple

“Below this scene, amid waving palms, a lion raises itself towards a group of white-robed monks standing on a loggia in their convent. The point may be to show that the order could withstand the assaults of the enemies of the faith, symbolized here by the lion. In the latin rule hunting is forbidden to the templars as being a frivolous occupation; the one exception is the lion since 'he goes around seeking whom he can devour' and 'his hand is against all, and the hand of all is against him.”
― Malcolm Barber, The New Knighthood: A History of the Order of the Temple

“That first evening home from the honeymoon, she'd hung a braided wreath of golden straw to catch the light of the setting sun and set a glamour over the table in the breakfast room--- to make it special, to bring Pierce's full attention from a stack of contracts to their first meal at home as husband and wife. The wine had seemed lusher to her, the vinaigrette on the salad brighter, the flash and shine of the silver and the creamy porcelain china enchanting.”
― Rowenna Miller, The Fairy Bargains of Prospect Hill

“Stella is next up. Her cake is striking to look at, stacked in graduated tiers, so that it almost resembles half of a bee's nest. It's lightly frosted in that naked style, the icing scraped away to reveal the edges of the sponge, cooked to perfection. A honey-colored glaze drips attractively down the sides, and small fondant bees with almond silver wings cling to the tops of the cakes; a few are even hovering on wire to look like they are flying.
"I must say I've never seen a cake shaped like this. What are the flavors?" Betsy asks, and Stella beams.
"It's flavored with orange zest and honey.”
― Jessa Maxwell, The Golden Spoon

“The Czech chandelier was made of ten little skulls and too many bones for us to count. The house was filled with storied objects: dark portraits of her ancestors in scalloped, gilded frames; a grand piano, never played; massive chests with cavernous keyholes; a Bozdoğan mace; a solid-bronze candelabra, three feet high, with nine tendriling, gravity-defying arms. Around the living room hung suits of armor that fortified our feeling that her home was our fortress, our defense against the wrongheaded world.”
― Jennifer Croft, The Extinction of Irena Rey

“The loft looked different in the daylight. The cushions against the window seat were a bright mango, the hand-embroidered pillows stitched with the same color in blossoming wildflowers. The artisan had painted floral designs on the dresser, on the wardrobe, and around the floor-length mirror. Outside, the rain had given way to verdant foliage and strong redbrick buildings, interspersed with colorful colonial row houses and Victorian homes.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story