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Beautiful Sentences: Renata Adler

It would not have been a crime, of course. But it would have taken us over that edge of irreversible violence where, whether in a pattern of years or in the flicker of an oversight, crime begins.

Renata Adler, Speedboat.

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Beautiful Sentences: Aldous Huxley

Man can’t live by bread alone, because they need to feel their life has a point. That’s why they take to idealism. But it’s a matter of experience and observation that most idealism leads to war, persecution and mass insanity.

Aldous Huxley, After Many a Summer Dies the Swan.

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Beautiful Sentences: Salman Rushdie

At the beginning of love there is a private treaty each of the lovers makes with himself or herself, an agreement to set aside what is wrong with the other for the sake of what is right, Love is spring after winter. It comes to heal life’s wounds, inflicted by the unloving cold. When that warmth is born in the heart the imperfections of the beloved are as nothing, less than nothing, and the secret treaty with oneself is easy to sign. The voice of doubt is stilled. Later, when love fades, the secret treaty looks like folly, but if so, it’s a necessary folly, born of lovers’ belief in beauty, which is to say, in the possibility of the impossible thing, true love.

Salman Rushdie, Two Years, Eight Months, Twenty-Eight Days.

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Beautiful Sentences: Katherine Anne Porter

The sailors were out again washing down the decks, which rolled gently as the Vera set out resolutely for the Canaries with only a head or two looking out of her portholes to watch the eternal love affair between the moon and the sea.

Katherine Anne Porter, Ship of Fools.

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Beautiful Sentences: Laudomia Bonnani

The faded saints swayed from the frescoes in elusive benevolence.

Laudomia Bonnani. The Reprisal. 

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Beautiful Sentences: Elena Ferrante

All that struggle, all that time spent camouflaging myself when I could be doing something else. The colors that suited me, the ones that didn’t, the styles that made me look thinner, those that made me fatter, the cut that flattered me, the one that didn’t. A lengthy, costly preparation. Reducing myself to a table set for the sexual appetite of the male, toa well-cooked dish to make his mouth water. And then the anguish of not succeeding, of not seeming pretty, of not managing to conceal with skill the vulgarity of the flesh with its moods and odors and imperfections. But I had done it.

Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay.

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Beautiful Sentences: Laudomia Bonnani

Priests are curious, as everyone knows, a priest never just takes a look and moves on. Everyone’s business is his business. Everybody in the end had already understood that.

Laudomia Bonnani. The Reprisal. 

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Beautiful Sentences: Elena Ferrante

Each of us narrates our life as it suits us.

Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay.

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Beautiful Sentences: Laudomia Bonnani

They were round, meek eyes, with straight eyelashes, the eyes of a pet.

Laudomia Bonnani. The Reprisal. 

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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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