Luxury lives in the finer details. It's a cloth napkin at a dinner table. It's a mint on your pillow before bed.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Luxury is anything that feels special. I mean, it can be a moment, it can be a walk on the beach, it could be a kiss from your child, or it could be a beautiful picture frame, a special fragrance. I think luxury doesn't necessarily have to mean expensive.
Luxury must be comfortable, otherwise it is not luxury.
As far as luxury goes, about the only thing I do is... I go first class all the way. I live on the road, so when I'm out there, I'm getting the nice hotel suite, I'm getting the luxury car, I'm eating the good food, and I make sure I take care of myself on the road.
Nothing is more pleasant than to see a pretty woman, her napkin well placed under her arms, one of her hands on the table, while the other carries to her mouth, the choice piece so elegantly carved.
To me luxury is to be at home with my daughter, and the occasional massage doesn't hurt.
I absolutely loathe luxury. It is the one thing I cannot stand.
Living in the lap of luxury isn't bad except that you never know when luxury is going to stand up.
Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey in her mouth, gall in her heart, and a sting in her tail.
Luxury is a state of mind.
Luxury is anything you don't need, right? I mean, you need food, water, clothing, shelter... but good wine, good food, beautiful interiors, nice clothes; those aren't necessities, they are luxuries - it's all luxury.