It's 3 a.m. and Elizabeth Gilbert is sobbing on the bathroom floor. She's in her thirties, she has a husband, a house, they're trying for a baby - and she doesn't want any of it. A bitter divorce and a turbulent love affair later, she emerges ...
battered and bewildered and realises it is time to pursue her own journey in search of three things she has been missing: pleasure, devotion and balance. So she travels to Rome, where she learns Italian from handsome, brown-eyed identical twins and gains twenty-five pounds, an ashram in India, where she finds that enlightenment entails getting up in the middle of the night to scrub the temple floor, and Bali where a toothless medicine man of indeterminate age offers her a new path to peace: simply sit still and smile. And slowly happiness begins to creep up on her.
To sum up (what?!), I love this book!!!It's a self-exploring journey both for the narrator and for me.Seriously this book made me cry, laugh, and most important of of, think. I want to quote the passage that made me burst into tears: "My sister is
"My sister is not a religious person. [...] 'I think that kind of faith is so beautiful,' she whispers to me in the church, 'but i can't do it. I just can't....' [...] Here's another example of the difference in our worldviews. A family in my sister's neighborhood was recently stricken with a double tragedy, when both the young mother and her three-year-old son were diagnosed with cancer. When Catherine [my sister] told me about this, I could only say, shocked, 'Dear God, that family needs grace.' SHe replied firmly, 'That family needs casseroles,' and then proceeded to organize the entire neighborhood into bringing that family dinner, in shifts, every signle night, for an entire year. I do not know if my sister fully recognizes that this is grace."
And here comes the humorous line that tickled me:
(When David is describing his impression on India) "Man, they got mosquitoes 'round this place big enough to rape a chicken!"Continua...Nascondi
“There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. 'How much do you love me?' And, 'Who's in charge?' Everything else is somehow manageable. But these two questions of love and control undo us all, trip us
..." up and cause war, grief, and suffering.”Continua...Nascondi
“You’re going to have to learn to select your thoughts the same way you select your clothes every day.”Parte I - Italia: appassionantemente deliziosa, evviva il senso del gusto!Parte II - India: prega e medita, impazzisci pure un pochino se
..."pochino se vuoi.. però che palle! Ok che devi trovare te stessa, ma non possiamo sorbirci tutti sti detti, ste profezie e sti consigli divini, per la miseria! Quelle cose lì se non le vivi non esistono, la tua esperienza ossia la percezione tattile di quel mondo, è impossibile da trasmettere o descrivere. Tempo sprecato. O la vivi oppure... ciccia! Parte III - Indonesia: voglia di mare e genuinità, di persone semplici e vive!! L'amore sembra quasi un dettaglio.. una scelta forzata.. facciamocela andar bene così perchè di meglio non mi è capitato e ormai ho una certa erà. Mah...
...Learning how to disciplin your speech os a way of preventing your energies from spilling out of you through the rupture of your mouth, exhausting you and filling the world with words, words, words instead of serenity, peace and bliss.
...'And please don't laugh at me now, but I think the reason it's so hard for me to get over this guy is because I seriously believed David was my soul mate.''He probably was. Your problem is you don't understand what that word means. People think
...ople think soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attraction so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll evr meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave.
...Luigi Barzini, in his 1964 masterwork The Italians ...., tried to set the record straight on his own culture. He tried to answer the question of why the Italians have produced the greatest artistic, political and scientific minds of the ages, but
... have still never become a major world power.
His answers to these questions are more complex than I can fairly encapsulate here, but have much to do with a sad Italian history of corruption by local leaders and exploitation by foreign dominators, all of which has generally led Italians to draw the seemingly accurate conclusion that nobody and nothing in this world can be trusted. Because the world is so corrupted, misspoken, unstable, exaggerated and unfair, one should trust only what one can experience with one's own senses, and this makes the senses stronger in Italy than anywhere in Europe. This is why, Barzini says, Italian will tolerate hideously incompetent generals, presidents, tyrants, professors, burreaucrats, journalists and captains of industry, but will never tolerate incompetent "opera singers, conductors, ballerinas, courtesans, actors, film directors, cooks, tailors ..." In a world of disorder and disaster and fraud, sometimes only beauty can be trusted. Only artistic excellence is incorruptible. Pleasure cannot be bargained. And sometimes the meal is the only currency that is real. Continua...Nascondi
He said, 'Don't you know that the secret to understand a city and its people is to learn--what is the word of the street?'The he went to explain, in a mixture of English, Italian and gestures, that every city has a single word that defines it, that
...s it, that identifies most people who live there. If you could read people's thoughts as they were passing you on the streets if any given place, you would discover that most of them are thinking the same thoughts. Whatever that majority thought might be--that is the word of the city. And if your personal word does not march the word of the city, then you don't really belong there.