Last December, after enduring the year everybody loves to hate, I dug up the 20 most beautiful lines I had read. It was a process of mining for beauty in a time that needed it, and it proved to be highly beneficial to me. Looking for the most beautiful passages I read sunk me back into some spectacular prose and provided me with several minutes of respite. Additionally, I challenged myself to write out why those specific lines resonated with me, which solidified the learning for each passage.