I came across this line by J.D. Salinger and thought it was a line from a poem:
She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.
It’s not a line from a poem. It’s from a short story, “A Girl I Knew.” The story is about a girl a young man knew. The girl later became a Nazi victim. The man returns to her apartment after the war, and realizes everything has change.
Somehow, I don’t care what the story is about. The line is enough.
Here are other beautiful lines to ponder.