"Was love then like a bag of assorted sweets from which one might choose more than once? Some might sting the tongue, some invoke night perfume. Some had centres as bitter as gall, some blended honey and poison, some were quickly swallowed. And among the common bulls-eyes and peppermints a few rare ones; one or two with deadly needles at the heart, another that brought calm and gentle pleasure. Were his fingers closing on that one?"
From The Shipping News, by Annie Proulx. This quotation is beautiful in the novel; Quoyle, who has been through an abusive relationship, pondering on whether he has found love again in a small Newfoundland coast.
The entire book is beautiful, heartwarming. It's just a simple story about a man rediscovering himself in his homeland after being lost and beaten down in a big city.
I would recommend reading the book if only to make this quotation make more sense.