He got up and sat on the edge of the bedstead with his back to the window. “It’s better not to sleep at all,” he decided. There was a cold damp draught from the window, however; without getting up he drew the blanket over him and wrapped himself in it. He was not thinking of anything and did not want to think. But one image rose after another, incoherent scraps of thought without beginning or end passed through his mind. He sank into drowsiness. Perhaps the cold, or the dampness, or the dark, or the wind that howled under the window and tossed the trees roused a sort of persistent craving for the fantastic. He kept dwelling on images of flowers, he fancied a charming flower garden, a bright, warm, almost hot day, a holiday—Trinity day. A fine, sumptuous country cottage in the English taste overgrown with fragrant flowers, with flower beds going round the house; the porch, wreathed in climbers, was surrounded with beds of roses. A light, cool staircase, carpeted with rich rugs, was decorated with rare plants in china pots. He noticed particularly in the windows nosegays of tender, white, heavily fragrant narcissus bending over their bright, green, thick long stalks. He was reluctant to move away from them, but he went up the stairs and came into a large, high drawing-room and again everywhere—at the windows, the doors on to the balcony, and on the balcony itself—were flowers. The floors were strewn with freshly-cut fragrant hay, the windows were open, a fresh, cool, light air came into the room. The birds were chirruping under the window, and in the middle of the room, on a table covered with a white satin shroud, stood a coffin. The coffin was covered with white silk and edged with a thick white frill; wreaths of flowers surrounded it on all sides. Among the flowers lay a girl in a white muslin dress, with her arms crossed and pressed on her bosom, as though carved out of marble. But her loose fair hair was wet; there was a wreath of roses on her head. The stern and already rigid profile of her face looked as though chiselled of marble too, and the smile on her pale lips was full of an immense unchildish misery and sorrowful appeal. Svidrigaïlov knew that girl; there was no holy image, no burning candle beside the coffin; no sound of prayers: the girl had drowned herself. She was only fourteen, but her heart was broken. And she had destroyed herself, crushed by an insult that had appalled and amazed that childish soul, had smirched that angel purity with unmerited disgrace and torn from her a last scream of despair, unheeded and brutally disregarded, on a dark night in the cold and wet while the wind howled

43 Great Sentences That Will Blow You Away

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I love good sentences. I really do.

The best sentences are ones that show off brilliance without being show-offy. They pulse with the vitality of language and they aren’t any longer than they need to be.

Below you’ll find 43 good sentences. Solid sentences, sentences that you would be proud to bring home to Mom and Dad. Marriage-worthy sentences.

Ultimately, these sentences will repay your close attention. Under careful scrutiny, they will open up like flowers and reveal to you the wonders of the world.

I’ve spent years collecting the good sentences here in a file that I reserve for only my best sentences. I give them to you hoping that they will inspire to write more beautiful sentences, inspire you to read more looking for these type of gems, and that they will make your life just a little bit more gorgeous.

If you want a few more sentences, check out my post of 100 Beautiful Sentences.

I’d also encourage you to start a file with good sentences, too. Ones that rock your soul and upend all your expectations about language and about the world. You’ll never know when you might need inspiration.

If you don’t like one or two of these, wonderful. I would love to hear about why you don’t like them in the comments.

If you love one or two of MOST of these, I would love to hear which ones struck you to the core.

Because ultimately, like all art and things pertaining to beauty, “good” is subjective. The only definition for good that I don’t like is one that doesn’t pay attention to language. Because for me, a good sentence isn’t just about whether the language communicates a great idea; a good sentence has to showcase the infinite flexibility and brilliance of language itself.

Good Sentences:

1. “His body was all spring and torque, a bundle of fast-twitch muscles that exuded faint floral whiffs of ripe pear.”

– Ben Fountain

2. “Across the chasm the first sunlight clipped the western echelon of ruined mountains and cones of the badlands volcanoes at the edge of the world, and they were gray and red and gold in the moment.”

– Ron Carlson

3. “I did not feel as if I were a person but simply a receiving station for a series of overwhelming transmissions.”

– Jeff Vandermeer

4. “Kissing was good, but he tended to think of it as a beachhead from which to launch more serious operations, and a safe haven when, inevitably, he was forced to retreat.”

– Tobias Wolff

5. “People and their dwellings were such a thin dust on the surface of the globe, like invisible specks of bacteria on an orange, and the feeble lights of kebab shops and supermarkets failed utterly to register on the infinities of space above.”

– Michel Faber

6. “But God is only a white cold eye, a quarter-moon poised above the smoke, blinking, blinking, as the city is gradually pounded to dust.”

– Anthony Doerr

7. “It is said that unless you are born a god, your life, from its very beginning, is a mystery to you.”

– Jamaica Kincaid

8. “The long evening had made its way into the barrack through the windows, creating mysteries everywhere, erasing the seam between one thing and another, lengthening out the floors and either thinning the air or putting some refinement on my ear enabling me to hear for the first time the clicking of a cheap clock from the kitchen.”

– Flann O’Brien

9. “I don’t want to fade away, I want to flame away – I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery.”

– Jennifer Egan

10. “I realised, of course, that other people used these roads; but that night, it seemed to me these dark byways of the country existed just for the likes of us, while the big glittering motorways with their huge signs and super cafes were for everyone else.”

– Kazuo Ishiguro

11. “He seemed, like Albert Vetch, simultaneously haunted and oblivious, the kind of person who in one moment could guess, with breathtaking coldness, at the innermost sorrow in your heart, and in the next moment turn and, with a cheery wave of farewell, march blithely through a plate-glass window, requiring twenty-two stitches in his cheek.”

– Michael Chabon

12. “It was hard to say what had depressed him more: the studied footwork of the couples on the dance floor, or the heartrending petty bourgeois piteousness of cucumber sandwiches passed around by accounting majors whose overly colorful bow ties had been expressly chosen to keep them from looking like waiters.”

– Nell Zink

13. “Fridrik sat many a night by a smoking lamp, translating into Danish descriptions of the latest methods of keeping us poor humans alive, while on pallets around him lay the corpses, beyond any aid, despite the encouraging news of advances in electrical cures.”

– Sjon

14. “His scarred, shaven face flattens against the mat.”

– Richard Beard

15. “Whatever I did I would do as I had done.”

– E.L. Doctorow

16. “The fights between pupils were sometimes violent, the humiliations brutal and cruel, and Jed, being delicate and slight, would have been incapable of defending himself; but word spread that he was motherless, and such suffering, which none of them could claim to know, intimidated his schoolmates; thus there was around him a sort of halo of fearful respect.”

– Michel Houellebecq

17. “There were patches of blackened snow on the red-tiled roof, and through the black teeth of its towering chimney rose a column of lignite smoke; wedged between the triangle of the roof and the rectangle of the chimney was a bright blue sky.”

– Orhan Pamuk

18. “Objects, their outlines beginning to harden in the growing light, had a shadowy, totemic menace.”

– Paula Fox

19. “When Jun Do had cordoned off the pounding in his eyes, and the hot blood in his nose, when he’d stopped the split in his lips and the sting in his ears from coming inside, when he’d blocked his arms and torso and shoulders from feeling, when that was all blocked off, there was only the inside of him, and what he discovered was a little boy in there who was stupidly smiling, who had no idea what was happening to the man outside.”

– Adam Johnson

20. “A single note, held in an amber suspension of time, like a charcoal drawing of Icarus falling.”

– Karen Russell

21. “Nothing is random, nor will anything ever be, whether a long string of perfectly blue days that begin and end in golden dimness, the most seemingly chaotic political acts, the rise of a great city, the crystalline structure of a gem that has never seen the light, the distributions of fortune, what time the milkman gets up, or the position of the electron.”

– Mark Helprin

22. “What is astonishing is that we, who had no idea how anything was going to turn out, now know exactly what happened.”

– Philip Roth

23. “The building’s rusted fire escape would just come down, just come loose from its moorings and crash onto the street, if anyone stepped on it – a fire escape whose function was not to save lives in the event of a fire but to uselessly hang there testifying to the immense loneliness inherent to living.”

– Philip Roth

24. “But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.”

– John Updike

25. “The jeep would round the bend, be hit by a dozen bullets at once, and that would be the end of his petty history of unfocused groping and unimportant dissatisfactions.”

– Normal Mailer

26. “It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away.”

– Sherman Alexie

27. “How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one’s capacity to endure it.”

– Janet Fitch

28. “We are all waiting for the luminous hands that will reach for us in the night, the eyes that will witness our pain, the voice that will whisper the possibility of a different truth.”

– Gina Nahai

29. “I am twelve years old, standing beneath a starfruit tree, standing on an asphalt path lined with banyan trees, their roots extending from ground to sky to ground again and forming great pockets of wild, empty space in the center of their root-branches.”

– Kyle Minor

30. “The compasses are disappointingly true, pointing north over and over, when all he wants is for one to dissent, to demur, to show him the new direction he cannot find on his own.”

– Matt Bell

31. “He thought of his eyes on alcohol, gray coals in a brick-like face, a vicious mouth that lifted flesh from bone like a man field-dressed a deer.”

– Shann Ray

32. “Weston, alone and in their father’s car, sped from the edge of that highway in darkness and blew out the metal guardrail and warped the steel so it reached after the car like a strange hand through which the known world passes, the heavy dark Chevelle like a shot star, headlights that put beams in the night until the chassis turned and the car became an untethered creature that fell and broke itself on the valley floor.”

– Shann Ray

33. “The sun glints through the pines and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise.”

– Peter Matthiessen

34. “As someone whose days were defined by the ten thousand ways a human can hurt, she needed, now and then, to remember that the nervous system didn’t exist exclusively to feel pain.”

– Anthony Marra

35. “There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.”

– Iris Murdoch

36. “Oh, dear God, you don’t actually have a brain, do you, it’s more a filigreed spiderweb, with little chambers in it where trained monkeys play the pipe organ.”

– Glen David Gold

37. “I knew every raindrop by its name.”

– Denis Johnson

38. “And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.”

– Carson McCullers

39. “The wind was picking up off the ocean now and the whole coastal scene had a bleak, abandoned look, as though Maine in November really belonged to the ragged gulls who wheeled over the sun-worn pier, and the humans had just gotten the news and taken a powder.”

– Jonathan Lethem

40. “They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like blood seeping up in sudden reaches flaring planewise and where the earth drained up into the sky at the edge of creation the top of the sun rose out of nothing like the head of a great red phallus until it cleared the unseen rim and sat squat and pulsing and malevolent behind them.”

– Cormac McCarthy

41. “Fabricated of supple brown leather by an esteemed New England manufacturer, the rucksack smelled richly, mysteriously of autumn leaves, grilled lobster, and the sweat and sperm of boys’ boarding schools.”

– Viet Thanh Nguyen

42. “A complying memory has obliterated many of them and edited my childhood down to a brief cinematic blur.”

– VS Naipaul

43. “Deep in the muddled darkness six copper pheasant feathers glowed in a cradle of blackthorn.”

– Helen Macdonald


Thanks for reading these! I hope you found what you were looking for. Remember to leave a comment below about your favorite one (or your least favorite one!), or to list a good sentence that you think I missed.

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