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Beautiful Sentences: Elie Wiesel

But if all living people are guilty, can’t we deduce from this that no one is?

Elie Wiesel, The Judges.

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Beautiful Sentences: Tom Rachman

What I really fear is time. That’s the devil: whipping us on when we’d rather loll, so the present sprints by, impossible to grasp, and all is suddenly past, a past that won’t hold still, that slides into these inauthentic tales.

Tom Rachman. The Imperfectionists

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Beautiful Sentences: Harriet Beecher Stowe

Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us. There is a most busy and important round of eating, drinking, dressing, walking, visiting, buying, selling, talking, reading, and all that makes up what is commonly called living,  yet to be gone through; and this yet remained to Augustine.

Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

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Beautiful Sentences: Alberto Manguel

Some nights I dream of an entirely anonymous library in which books have no title and boast no author, forming a continuous narrative stream in which all genres, all styles, all stories converge, and all protagonists and all locations are unidentified, a stream into which I can dip at any point of its course.

Alberto Manguel, The Library at Night.

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Beautiful Sentences: Jeffery Eugenides

We knew that the girls were our twins, that we existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even deathm and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

Jeffery Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides.

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Beautiful Sentences: Alberto Manguel

Every reader exists to ensure for a certain book a modest immortality. Reading is, in this sense, a ritual of rebirth.

Alberto Manguel, The Library at Night.

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Beautiful Sentences: Jac Jemc

She filled her clothes the way one fills one’s skin: exactly.

Jac Jemc, My Only Wife.

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Beautiful Sentences: Deborah A. Lott

In those days my unconscious seemed powerful and mysterious, and I could never tell whether it was moving me towards self-destruction or self-preservation.

Deborah A. Lott, “The Daddy Cure.”

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Beautiful Sentences: Hilary Mantel

There cannot be new things in England. There can be old things freshly presented, or new things that pretend to be old. To be trusted, new men must forge themselves an ancient pedigree, like Walter’s, or enter into the service of ancient families. Don’t try to go it alone, or they’ll think you’re pirates.

Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall.

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Beautiful Sentences: Rabih Alameddine

There are two kinds of people in this world: people who want to be desired, and people who want to be desired so much that they pretend they don’t.

Rabih Alameddine, An Unnecessary Woman.

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