I'm reading Love in the Time of Cholera for the first time (despite owning and having seen the movie several times) and I came upon this passage:

Together they had overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal nastiness and fabulous flashes of glory in the conjugal conspiracy. It was time when they loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other mortal trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore.

Share passages from books that you think are beautiful.