1) Joyce's The Dead. When Gretta confesses "I think he died for me" and the whole ending paragraph about the snow. "It was time to set out upon his journey westward." This story is just achingly beautiful.
2) Bronte's Jane Eyre. The gypsy fortune teller bit. "You are cold, you are silly, you are sad." Or something like that! Also that weird charades game.
3)O'Hara's My Friend Flicka. Just Paulie the cat riding on Nell's shoulder.
4)101 Dalmations. The interlude at the old spaniel's home always gets me. I just well up.
5)W.H. Auden. Poetry! Lay your sleeping head my love, human on my faithless arm, time and fevers wash away individual beauty from thoughtful children, and the grave proves the child ephemeral. But in my arms till break of day, let the living creature lie, mortal, guilty, but to me, the entirely beautiful." Isn't that lovely? And it's not even my favorite from him.
6)Milton. More poetry! "Come and trip it as ye go on the light fantastic toe." Also "Filled her with thee a daughter fair, so buxom, blithe, and debonair." L'Allegro is like a pretty song. It just flows from your mouth.
7)The Little House books: Almanzo and Cap racing the blizzard to get grain.
8)Collins' The Woman in White: Poor Marion on the window ledge.
9) Christopher Isherwood: Oh, right now what comes to mind is his description of a friend's gentle parody of their guru. "Ahr, just try to think of Gard okezzhinally."
10) Cather's Shadows on the Rock: The description of Cecile pulling Jacques on the sled back up the hill. Just gorgeous.
11) Mitford's Love in a Cold Climate: That cosy linen cupboard!
I better stop or I'll just keep going on. Please tell me of the things that have stuck with you. I'm seeing so many posts of books that look so interesting.