To wear the last of your threaded socks. Everyday of our lives, aging in appreciation. The generations that have lived before us ask “and us?” To savor the past.
Her exquisite face lit up the night with everything her heart had to offer. Her gentle personality, her quiet laugh, her sad eyes, her shattered yet loving soul. Her porcelain skin glowed in the moonlight and the tears staining her cheeks were like liquid diamonds.
oh you,
i’ve never seen anyone like you
so pretty, so beautiful
so….
magnificent
but then again, we dont really use you as much as our eyes tell us to
so sophisticated
so elegant
exquisite can be people, places, possibly emotions
it is breathtaking beyond amazing, often beyond reach, divine, beyond perfection
it is something to aim towards, a goal, a graceful ending.
it is a descriptive word, classy in all senses
Food is one of the most sensual things humans can experience. Exquisite cuisine is located around the world. We only need to explore the world to be part of the exquisite.
his exquisite taste for things made me believe he was from different planet. everybody loved him. when i walked next to him they smiled at me and wondered, how come somebody so ordinary be able to hold his hand. after all i wasn’t like him, not a bit like him to be honest. i was plain and boring and he was just exquisite.
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in the forest. She had never had a truly exquisite meal. Well, except when she was but two years old of age. She had lived with her rich grandmother, who had had the best of cooks. However, things change, and her grandmother passed, as did both of her parents; leaving her a young orphan, free to roam the forest.
he was so exquisite. like an angel, but in a better way that you can ever imagine. his lips were soft and his eyes, oh, his eyes.. so beautiful. like an entire ocean will sink into them. i admired him.
Everyday I dream and think of it. Standing there by the field, by the beach, by the railings… Taking one deep breath and looking out at whatever’s in front of me. What huge feast my eyes are entitled to. How exquisite the world is.
Exquisite is something you describe something that is of a higher class then normal. Normal eing the average household with the casual things included. Something of this title would be one of a kind, something you’d see in an art museum or even something you’d simply see on television.
exquisite is a word used to describe something that is beyond any sort of rational praise. it is so off the chart brilliant that a whole new word had to be invented to describe it, i.e. exquisite.
Not in my vocabulary. I know what the word means, but I don’t use it. I can’t imagine myself using it. I picture marble floors, high ceilings, like a museum… women with finely sprayed Jackie Kennedy type hair, silk gowns, champaign sipping, crystal glasses, diamonds glistening… everything sparkly.
Even if I were in an environment like that, near something worthy of the term “exquisite,” I’m pretty sure I’d still say something like “Wow! Neato! COOL!!!!”
I looked down at my dress. Blue, cut sleeves, slit at the knee. It looked like every other prom dress. Sparkly and too revealing. How to make is special was all I could wonder about. I ran into my mothers room and grabbed her silver locket her grandmother gave her. I looked exquisite now. I looked exquisite until the clasp broke and I lost it during the dance.
“Amazing artifacts” she thought, until she realized that it was an object that her late father had sold to the pawn shop. What she didn’t know, was that it was a coin that was made in the 13th century. Shallow people these days, really.
It was not her normal train and yet the route felt somehow familiar. None of the usual botherings seemed to have the capacity this morning to disturb her. So basking was she in the exquisite after-glow of her night with him….
The first bite shot a cascade of shivers down his spine and gave him goosebumps.
The second bite went similarly to the first, except this time he felt like he could fly.
The golden fruit of this mysterious willow tree was undoubtedly the most exquisite thing he would ever taste…
the way the only woman you could dream about make you feel when she suddenly appears at the corner of the bld st michel and disappears in gaze of lost hopes and dreams.
Curving into supple crevices accentuated by the caress of coy shadows and delicate sheen, the sculpture was as exquisite as the model who inspired it; yet despite its enhancement of her physical beauty, ultimately, the lifeless stone lacked the allure of her natural charisma.
perfection. this is how you describe something which takes your breathe away and leaves you awestruck. This is nature and creation and everything around us which is just PERFECT and intricate and just totally amazing in its design and purpose.
something that is very unique and wonderful in nature
if you like something that is, say exotic, or extremely rare, you will say “c’est exquisite”
:D
Yeah?
How can a word that envelopes such beauty truly exist? She bent down in the garden, and picked up a flower. Here, it exists, she thought. In the simplicity around us, exquisite exists.
i don’t know what to write about this word. In itself, it seems almost to beautiful for me to behold. There is a strength in it, while there is a delicate murmur that shadows the beauty all around it. It is tempting, pulling me in deeper and deeper.
utställningen, tavlorna, atmosfären. allt var perfekt. dom utsökt tydliga penseldragen på dom impressionistiska tavlorna och färgerna på dom expressionistiska som uttryckte så många känslor på en och samma gång
She’s exquisite. That’s all Pete can think as he watches the gates of the family compound close. When his daughter was born, that’s what everyone said: “She’s exquisite.” And Pete believed it, more than that, he lived it, even if he didn’t show it.
It was exquisite, the way he held her hand while the music played. The concert hall was crowded, and the cello player was fantastic, but the way he brushed her knuckles with this thumb, far surpassed the music.
Itsy bitsy painted toes trickled across the ground, swirling giggles into the air, breathing in morning air. Exquisite skin and gentle fingers traced along each of their glitter-shone faces to express their adoration.
This exquisite creature sitting before me had, with a simple gesture, snared me with her fingers; the lock of hair she was twirling had caught my eye like a cheap hypnotist’s trick. My heart was slowly swirling into that maddening beat she spun out, a veritable maestro of emotions.
She had an exquisite air about her; she looked to be born into elegance. Her brunette locks cascaded like waterfalls down her back, her skin was smooth and creamy like milk chocolate, her eyes pierced daggers at all she peered at–though her intention wasn’t deadly.
taste, style, mindset. a refine way of say something of class, a scene or otherwise. for example; a short little story to go with this.
she walked in with a freshness that was of a summer’s rain, and her eyes widen as she stared at the magnificent sight; the beauty of the room.
the marble floor resembled that of a chess board, while the walls held up paintings that told stories using silent paralanguage along side white alabaster statues of baroque that splashes here and there.
the ivory pillars, the elongated windows reaching for the sky, even the flying arches above…the enticing sight, to put it simply was exquisite.
ahaha, i want to say more but the time is limited.
this is the perfection that is derived from a class. This social peak of life, could and should be the goal of most people. This seems ridiculous, but we are human. Every one wants to be exquisite, but the truth is that we are all different
To wear the last of your threaded socks. Everyday of our lives, aging in appreciation. The generations that have lived before us ask “and us?” To savor the past.
Her exquisite face lit up the night with everything her heart had to offer. Her gentle personality, her quiet laugh, her sad eyes, her shattered yet loving soul. Her porcelain skin glowed in the moonlight and the tears staining her cheeks were like liquid diamonds.
oh you,
i’ve never seen anyone like you
so pretty, so beautiful
so….
magnificent
but then again, we dont really use you as much as our eyes tell us to
so sophisticated
so elegant
beauty. as I see it everyday. lovely plating. 11 madison park. art. something intangible. happiness. life. love.
the jewellery adorning her
fingers are exquisite,
i think to myself
one word is enough for a wise man. hmm…i don’t know what to write :'(
exquisite can be people, places, possibly emotions
it is breathtaking beyond amazing, often beyond reach, divine, beyond perfection
it is something to aim towards, a goal, a graceful ending.
it is a descriptive word, classy in all senses
Food is one of the most sensual things humans can experience. Exquisite cuisine is located around the world. We only need to explore the world to be part of the exquisite.
his exquisite taste for things made me believe he was from different planet. everybody loved him. when i walked next to him they smiled at me and wondered, how come somebody so ordinary be able to hold his hand. after all i wasn’t like him, not a bit like him to be honest. i was plain and boring and he was just exquisite.
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in the forest. She had never had a truly exquisite meal. Well, except when she was but two years old of age. She had lived with her rich grandmother, who had had the best of cooks. However, things change, and her grandmother passed, as did both of her parents; leaving her a young orphan, free to roam the forest.
he was so exquisite. like an angel, but in a better way that you can ever imagine. his lips were soft and his eyes, oh, his eyes.. so beautiful. like an entire ocean will sink into them. i admired him.
a flower,
or the sea.
that colour a mix between blue and green.
your eyes.
how you make me feel.
sun kissed
autumn wind
Exquisite. The word means proper in my mind. It makes me think of snooty rich people settleing down for tea. “This tea is exquisite. He he he.”
Everyday I dream and think of it. Standing there by the field, by the beach, by the railings… Taking one deep breath and looking out at whatever’s in front of me. What huge feast my eyes are entitled to. How exquisite the world is.
an exquisite person would never insult anyone. their taste would be so good, that everyone would agree on their opinion.
Exquisite is something you describe something that is of a higher class then normal. Normal eing the average household with the casual things included. Something of this title would be one of a kind, something you’d see in an art museum or even something you’d simply see on television.
exquisite is a word used to describe something that is beyond any sort of rational praise. it is so off the chart brilliant that a whole new word had to be invented to describe it, i.e. exquisite.
Exquisite
Not in my vocabulary. I know what the word means, but I don’t use it. I can’t imagine myself using it. I picture marble floors, high ceilings, like a museum… women with finely sprayed Jackie Kennedy type hair, silk gowns, champaign sipping, crystal glasses, diamonds glistening… everything sparkly.
Even if I were in an environment like that, near something worthy of the term “exquisite,” I’m pretty sure I’d still say something like “Wow! Neato! COOL!!!!”
I looked down at my dress. Blue, cut sleeves, slit at the knee. It looked like every other prom dress. Sparkly and too revealing. How to make is special was all I could wonder about. I ran into my mothers room and grabbed her silver locket her grandmother gave her. I looked exquisite now. I looked exquisite until the clasp broke and I lost it during the dance.
“Amazing artifacts” she thought, until she realized that it was an object that her late father had sold to the pawn shop. What she didn’t know, was that it was a coin that was made in the 13th century. Shallow people these days, really.
The taste of my lovers tongue.
The smell of fresh lavendar.
The sound of hip hop.
the feeling of falling.
She looked at the feast set before her, eyeing the exquisite chocolate cake in the middle, but this wasn’t meant for her, she was just to watch.
It was not her normal train and yet the route felt somehow familiar. None of the usual botherings seemed to have the capacity this morning to disturb her. So basking was she in the exquisite after-glow of her night with him….
The first bite shot a cascade of shivers down his spine and gave him goosebumps.
The second bite went similarly to the first, except this time he felt like he could fly.
The golden fruit of this mysterious willow tree was undoubtedly the most exquisite thing he would ever taste…
the way the only woman you could dream about make you feel when she suddenly appears at the corner of the bld st michel and disappears in gaze of lost hopes and dreams.
Curving into supple crevices accentuated by the caress of coy shadows and delicate sheen, the sculpture was as exquisite as the model who inspired it; yet despite its enhancement of her physical beauty, ultimately, the lifeless stone lacked the allure of her natural charisma.
what is exquisite? i think i have heard it somewhere.I have read it somewher. but have i used it anywhere?
i ask myself.
Hmmmm…… oh yes i have
perfection. this is how you describe something which takes your breathe away and leaves you awestruck. This is nature and creation and everything around us which is just PERFECT and intricate and just totally amazing in its design and purpose.
something that is very unique and wonderful in nature
if you like something that is, say exotic, or extremely rare, you will say “c’est exquisite”
:D
Yeah?
How can a word that envelopes such beauty truly exist? She bent down in the garden, and picked up a flower. Here, it exists, she thought. In the simplicity around us, exquisite exists.
i don’t know what to write about this word. In itself, it seems almost to beautiful for me to behold. There is a strength in it, while there is a delicate murmur that shadows the beauty all around it. It is tempting, pulling me in deeper and deeper.
utställningen, tavlorna, atmosfären. allt var perfekt. dom utsökt tydliga penseldragen på dom impressionistiska tavlorna och färgerna på dom expressionistiska som uttryckte så många känslor på en och samma gång
She’s exquisite. That’s all Pete can think as he watches the gates of the family compound close. When his daughter was born, that’s what everyone said: “She’s exquisite.” And Pete believed it, more than that, he lived it, even if he didn’t show it.
It was exquisite, the way he held her hand while the music played. The concert hall was crowded, and the cello player was fantastic, but the way he brushed her knuckles with this thumb, far surpassed the music.
Itsy bitsy painted toes trickled across the ground, swirling giggles into the air, breathing in morning air. Exquisite skin and gentle fingers traced along each of their glitter-shone faces to express their adoration.
simply stunning, beyond description, perfection realised, refinery to marvel at. In wonderment
This exquisite creature sitting before me had, with a simple gesture, snared me with her fingers; the lock of hair she was twirling had caught my eye like a cheap hypnotist’s trick. My heart was slowly swirling into that maddening beat she spun out, a veritable maestro of emotions.
She had an exquisite air about her; she looked to be born into elegance. Her brunette locks cascaded like waterfalls down her back, her skin was smooth and creamy like milk chocolate, her eyes pierced daggers at all she peered at–though her intention wasn’t deadly.
taste, style, mindset. a refine way of say something of class, a scene or otherwise. for example; a short little story to go with this.
she walked in with a freshness that was of a summer’s rain, and her eyes widen as she stared at the magnificent sight; the beauty of the room.
the marble floor resembled that of a chess board, while the walls held up paintings that told stories using silent paralanguage along side white alabaster statues of baroque that splashes here and there.
the ivory pillars, the elongated windows reaching for the sky, even the flying arches above…the enticing sight, to put it simply was exquisite.
ahaha, i want to say more but the time is limited.
this is the perfection that is derived from a class. This social peak of life, could and should be the goal of most people. This seems ridiculous, but we are human. Every one wants to be exquisite, but the truth is that we are all different