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Eat, Pray, Love

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.
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Well, I don't really know what to say about the book... On the one hand, the subject is rather interesting and the idea is great, but on the other hand, the presentation could have been better and the language more refined... I would prefer if the author would not mix all in one - self searching, sex, eating, meditation, Hinduism, praying, Buddhism, masturbation etc. - for it ends up being everything for everybody, but nothing really for anybody...

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"To lose balance for love is part of living a balanced life"

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“There is no old age like anxiety,” said one of the monks I met in India. “And there is no freedom from old age like the freedom from anxiety.”
You have more good luck than anyone I’ve ever met. You will live a long time, have many friends, many experiences. You will see the whole world. You only have one problem in your life. You worry too much. Always you get too emotional, too nervous. If I promise you that you will never have any reason in your life to ever worry about anything, will you believe me?”
Maybe I didn’t trust my own revelation.
Maybe I didn’t trust my own sunlight.
I honestly don’t know.
All I can say is: I trust it now.
My journey began with a series of questions. That’s how all journeys begin.
It’s certainly been a whirlwind
For the longest time,
get up the juice to kiss me.
“Having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face. You really need to be certain it’s what you want before you commit.”
zy free-for-all
“The love that moves the sun and the other stars
My Bologna has a first name! It’s P-R-E-T-T-Y.
So I wander through Lucca, asking directions in Italian, “Can you tell me where is the house of Puccini?” and a kind civilian finally leads me right to it, and then is probably very surprised when I say “Grazie,” then turn on my heel and march in the exact opposite direction of the museum’s entrance, entering a restaurant across the street and waiting out the rain over my serving of risotto ai funghi.
A great Yogi is anyone who has achieved the permanent state of enlightened bliss. A Guru is a great Yogi who can actually pass that state on to others
The Bhagavad Gita—that ancient Indian Yogic text—says that it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else’s life with perfection
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But what really struck me about the person who wrote Eat Pray Love was that she apparently felt so freaking old. This was the biggest surprise for me—how many times I use the word old in these pages, in referring to myself.
To put things in perspective, folks, I was only thirty-four years old at the time of this adventure. Thirty-four feels like infancy to me now, but apparently I felt ancient back then. This is a real point of cognitive dissonance, because now I am nearly forty-six, and I do not feel old in the least. I ran five miles this morning and nothing hurts. I slept like a baby last night. I take no medications, unless you count melted cheese. (And I do.) I cannot wait to unfold this day, this week, this year. That sort of enthusiasm and vitality, I think, might be the operative definition of “youthfulness”—that sense of endlessly unspooling possibility.
get up the juice
desperate
In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding that they be what we need of them, and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place.
l’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle …
“The love that moves the sun and the other stars.”

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