Dior Love Quotes

You're stunning, Kyrie. Whether you're done up in Dior and jewels, or just woken up in a sundress and messy hair, you are, very honestly, the most lovely woman I've ever know. You don't need fancy hair and makeup to take my breath a way away, Kyire. You just have to be you.

It is unforgivable to do what one doesn't love, especially if one succeeds.

Make me a fragrance that smells like love.

Not too many years ago, the names of our perfumes bore testimony to such things. There was a popular scent called Tabu, there was Sorcery, My Sin, Vampire, Voodoo, Evening in Paris, Jungle Gardenia, Bandit, Shocking, Intimate, Love Potion, and L'Heure Bleue—The Blue Hour. Nowadays what do we find? Vanderbilt, Miss Dior, Lauren, and Armani, perfumes named after glorified tailors"—there were murmurs and gasps in the audience—"names that evoke not the poetic, the erotic, the magic, but economic status, social snobbery, and the egomania of designers. Perfumes that confuse the essence of creation with the essence of money. How much sustenance can the soul receive from a scent entitled Bill Blass?

If a man can't love you for who you are, he's not worth The Dior Gloss.

I know that Dutch loves Dior and she loves him. Hopefully, they will stop this shit and get it together. I

The original ‘May’ gown is still kept in the Dior archives, and one of the knowledgeable curators suggests that it was inspired by Catherine, as another annual tribute to her love of flowers. But instead, I picture Catherine wearing a timeless grey dress at the Palais de Justice, making her case, standing her ground.

She was not a woman given to physical expressions of affection – although he felt that she cared deeply about the people she loved. One of Laurent’s lasting memories of Catherine is her scent, for she always wore Miss Dior – every day, whether she was working in the garden or harvesting her roses.

Paris was already renowned for its gay and lesbian subcultures – homosexuality had been decriminalised in 1791 at the time of the French Revolution – and Catherine and Christian were both working in the fashion business, a milieu that celebrated talented gay men. Many were well known to Christian: Edward Molyneux, for example, and Georges Geffroy, who began his career at the couture maison of Jean Patou before turning to interior design. Unlike his openly gay friends Jean Cocteau and Christian Bérard, Dior tended to be discreet about his private life – a consequence, perhaps, of his Catholic upbringing – but his sister was an integral part of it. When in 1938 he fell in love with an urbane young man named Jacques Homberg, he did not keep the relationship secret from Catherine.

Men, build wealth by making strategic, long-term financial decisions that actually make a difference. Women, that Dior purse ain’t it, you cow.

Four days after the incident with Lloyd and Dior, Lloyd had cut his losses and tossed her out on her ass. He gave her a wad of money,  had someone pack a few of the clothes that he’d bought her into a suitcase, and then sent her on her way.

Over the past month Kenyon had fallen in love with Dior and wanted her to himself. He was tired of ducking and dodging a nigga who didn’t even appreciate her.

He had more than enough money to take care of them both, but he knew that Dior wouldn’t be satisfied until she had her revenge. Lloyd wouldn’t get hurt in the process…nothing would be hurt except for his pride.

Kenyon walked towards his bedroom holding what he considered his whole world in his arms; Dior and the baby he would raise as his own. 

Someone had broken into his home, invading the sanctuary of his prized possession, Dior and his unborn child. And not just that, they had stolen jewelry and other items.

On the screen was Kenyon and Dior in a tight embrace as they shared a passionate kiss. It was right after they had set what they believed was the scheme of the year. They’d staged everything at the home as a robbery and stolen all of Lloyd’s money out of the main vault on the lower level of the home.

She wasn’t herself in this new love triangle. She was Dior and Tasha was her.

Lloyd had her all messed up in the head, competing for the love of a nigga who didn’t give a fuck about her.               Dior

He understood that Dior was mad, but he knew he could get her back. She wasn’t going anywhere.

The fact that Lloyd was out and his goons had gotten to Dior and Karisma had him in a state of paranoia that he’d never experienced before. He’d always been a thug but he’d always had a team of thugs on his side, also. Now he was seeing that this shit wasn’t so easy when you were rocking by yourself.

He didn’t want to admit it but parts of him missed having Dior’s crazy ass around. Before she betrayed him and started fucking with Kenyon, she was the truth definition of a ride or die and did any and everything he needed.

Since everyone thought she was paralyzed, she had the perfect alibi if anyone came looking around after they started checking cameras for who had murdered that man. Dior parked and turned off the car,

Munchie was her cousin but they’d been raised like sister and brother. One day, a few weeks after Dior and Lloyd started dating, Munchie was murdered.

His dick was back hard and he was tempted to roll Dior on her back and hit her in the ass while she was still warm, but she had shit on herself. He shivered with disgust at thought of what he’d just contemplated doing.

As Dior watched her walk away, she breathed a sigh of relief that she’d been able to hold on to her secret a while longer.

Lloyd cut his eyes at Dior’s dad and made a mental note to kill him good and slow, like maybe beat his ass with a hammer, cut his shriveled up balls off. Both

But there was no lie on Earth that could make sense of the reason why he was holding Lloyd and Dior’s baby.

Dior Mitchell-Evans was the only black spot in Keisha’s otherwise blemish-free relationship.

Hurt by his revelation, Keisha threatened to break things off immediately, until he pulled out a stack of papers; divorce papers that he had been planning to have served to Dior as soon as he got a chance to get the financial details

Like Dior, Keisha was a hood chick, but she was the quiet type who played her position and didn’t give him any problems.

Unlike Keisha, Dior knew the truth about Lloyd. Every

For the first time since Dior had showed up to the condo, Keisha’s eyes dropped to her stomach and her heart broke with the realization of what she was seeing. Dior looked as if she couldn’t be any less than five months pregnant. Lloyd

Dior turned to look at the hurt expression on Keisha’s face, but she didn’t feel a drop of sympathy.

Keisha had been dealing with Lloyd for close to a year in hopes that he would one day replace Dior with her. But after today, she quickly realized that would never happen.

A man will only do what you allow him to do,

A former soldier who came to Callian on one of these occasions told me how he hadn’t met Catherine before, but he introduced himself as a veteran of a more recent war, and asked her about her own experiences. She looked taken aback, he remarked, but did not turn away from him. ‘She simply said, “Aime la vie, jeune homme…”’ Love life … Catherine’s own love of life is evident in her garden, for to plant olive trees, vines

She loved her brother, and applauded his success, but she did not need the protection or disguise of

I walked in the dark, with a heart full of love. I was carrying my soul, when Dior was enough!