"You see, there are moments when perfection itself appears in a hand or in a face, in some nuance on..."

“You see, there are moments when perfection itself appears in a hand or in a face, in some nuance on the flanks of a hill or on the sea’s surface, moments when your heart is paralyzed before the miracle of beauty. I saw something ancient, because I knew I was not seeing something beautiful, but beauty itself, like the holy thought of God. I was discovering that perfection even glimpsing it once, and once holy, was something light and lovely.”



- Umberto Eco, Baudolino

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