What Are the Most Beautiful Lines You’ve Read in Books?

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.” – Lolita
Pure poetry

From the novella The Old Man by William Faulkner: Two hours later in the twilight they saw through the streaming windows a burning plantation house. Juxtaposed to nowhere and neighbored by nothing it stood, a clear steady pyre-like flame rigidly fleeing its own reflection, burning in the dusk above the watery desolation with a quality paradoxical, outrageous and bizarre.

From The Last Lion by William Manchester: Diplomatic conversations and disarmament pacts seemed tiresome to Britons in those years. The Depression persisted, and they sought diversion in the yo-yo craze, three trunk murders, and the exceptional seductive prowess of the middle-aged rector of Stiffkey, who prowled London teashops, persuading an astonishing number of young waitresses to slip into toilets with him, assume awkward positions, and copulate. Defrocked, the vicar found employment as a tamer of lions and was eaten by one.

This may be a trifle darker than what you are looking for:A deal with the Devil that actually works. My life was in peril and I had no defense and no recourse so I cut the deal…… I agreed to take his vile and his filth within me and know his evil. He agreed not to murder me. Not quite. It was a horrible deal but I was six and I was floundering in my piss and I was alone and defenceless so I took the deal. I felt an easing somewhat in that leather belt and I felt his foulness crawl onto me and infect me. All I can say now is that his filth and the cowardnes of his bride stopped with me.