"...only partly do I remember the unbearable beauty of her face."
"...there is joy enough in the little finger of a great saint such as yonder lady to waken all the dead things of the universe into life."
"...her beauty brightened so that I could hardly see anything else,"
"...the invitation to all joy, singing out of her whole being like a bird's song on an April evening, seemed to me such that no creature could resist it."
"Few men looked on her without becoming, in a certain fashion, her lovers. But it was the kind of love that made them not less true, but truer, to their own wives."
"Love shone not from her face only, but from all her limbs, as if it were some liquid in which she had just been bathing."
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This was such a view altering book for me...thank you for focusing my vision on the lady...interesting!
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