I’m not talking about your standard tear jerker that evokes an emotional response from anyone with a pulse. I’m talking about a phrase/paragraph/passage that is so purely perfect and pure that it makes you want to weep in admiration.
I have a few of these that I pull down from my bookcase and read over and over. One of them is from “Once A Runner,” by John Parker. Jr. I can’t read page 266 without my skin turning to gooseflesh. There is also a passage in “Intruder in the Dust,” by the great William Faulkner where he describes that July afternoon in 1863 in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, when the world changed.
Those are just two of mine; I have more. I hope you do, too. Treasure them.