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Beautiful Sentences: Fernando Pessoa

We know that the book we will never write will be bad. Even worse will be the one we put off writing. At least the book that has been written exists. It may not be very good, but it exist, like the miserable little plant in the lone flowerpot belonging to my crippled neighbor.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet.

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Beautiful Sentences: Joy Williams

Pearl’s life … avoided meaning as the bird does the snare.

Joy Williams, The Changeling.

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Beautiful Sentences: Fernando Pessoa

Everything was sleeping as if the universe were simply a mistake, and the hesitant wind was a limp, unfurled flag on top of a nonexistent building.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet.

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Beautiful Sentences: Sara Nović

I woke in the cobalt part of the dawn.

Sara Nović, Girl at War.

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Beautiful Sentences: Fernando Pessoa

Having touched the feet of Christ is no excuse for faulty punctuation.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet.

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Beautiful Sentences: Éduoard Louis

That’s one part of scenes like this that people don’t think of: the physical pain, the body suffering all at once, bruised and wounded What people think of—faced with a scene such as this one, I mean: looking at it from the outside—is the humiliation, the inability to understand, the fear, but they don’t think of the physical pain.

Éduoard Louis, The End of Eddy.

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Beautiful Sentences: Jamie Quatro

Pets area fucking waste, Tommy says, chin quivering. They’re just ticking time bombs of sadness.

Jamie Quatro, Fire Sermon.

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Beautiful Sentences: Rebecca Makkai

What is the opposite of memory? What is the inverse of an echo?

Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House.

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Beautiful Sentences: Karen Joy Fowler

Just imagine writing one of your books with two thousand dead bodies to explain. And every single one of them left someone behind, begging their gods to undo it.

Karen Joy Fowler, “Private Grave 9.”

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Beautiful Sentences: Jamie Quatro

Augustine’s God-shaped hole. But some people, she says, realize the emptiness itself is God.

Jamie Quatro, Fire Sermon.

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