My life didn’t please me, so I created my life.
If you were born without wings, do nothing to prevent them from growing.
Fashion: a beautiful thing that becomes ugly. Art: an ugly thing that becomes beautiful.
One can get used to ugliness, but never to negligence.
Yves Saint Laurent is a young man of excellent taste; the more he copies me the more taste he displays.
That’s what fame is: solitude.
I have only one curiosity left: death.
Chanel is above all a style. Fashion passes, style remains.
Fashion has become a joke. The designers have forgotten that there are women inside the dresses.
The hat is not for the street: it will never be democratized. But there are certain houses that one cannot enter without a hat. And one must always wear a hat when lunching with people whom one does not know well. One appears to one’s best advantage.
Traveling is so complicated. There are so many people everywhere. I make my best journeys on my couch.
Nothing goes out of fashion sooner than a long dress with a very low neck.
Some people pursue unhappiness because happiness is too mild a sensation.
Ask me who I don’t dress!
Arrogance is in everything I do. It is in my gestures, the harshness of my voice, in the glow of my gaze, in my sinewy, tormented face.
Adornment, what a science! Beauty, what a weapon! Modesty, what elegance!
A beautiful dress may look beautiful on a hanger, but that means nothing. It must be seen on the shoulders, with the movement of the arms, the legs, and the waist.
Coquetry, it’s a triumph of the spirit over the senses.
There is nothing more comfortable than a caterpillar and nothing more made for love than a butterfly. We need dresses that crawl and dresses that fly. Fashion is at once a captapillar and a butterfly, caterpillar by day, butterfly by night.
Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.