in the state of grace, you can see the profound beauty, once unreachable, of another person. everything, in fact, acquired a kind of halo that was not imaginary: it came from the splendor of the almost mathematical radiance of things and of people. you'd start to feel that everything that exists—person or thing—was breathing and exhaling a kind of fine sheen of energy. that energy is the world's greatest truth and is impalpable. 

clarice lispector                                                                                               an apprenticeship or the book of pleasures