Yes, I collect beautiful sentences. Here are two from Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
One character describing the way another character speaks: “It reminded him of slicing a yam with a newly sharpened knife, the easy perfection in every slice.”
Describing how a boy from a rural village describes his first sight of the larger, affluent town: “…how the bungalows here were painted the color of the sky and sat side by side like polite well-dressed men, how the hedges separating them were trimmed so flat on top that they looked like tables wrapped with leaves.”
from Half of a Yellow Sun