I look at the Augusteum,and I think that perhaps my life has not actually been so chaotic, after all. It is merely this world that is chaotic, bringing changes to us all that nobody could have anticipated. The Augusteum warns me to not to get attached to any obsolete ideas about who I am, what I represent, whom I belong to, or what function I may once have intended to serve. Yesterday I might have been a glorious monument to somebody, true enough--but tomorrow I could be a fireworks depository. Even in the Eternal City, says the silent Augusteum, one must always be prepared for riotous and endless waves of transformation.
Elizabeth GilbertTag: life change elizabeth-gilbert eat-pray-love
I felt like I was some kind of primitive spring-loaded machine, placed under far more tension than it had ever been built to sustain, about to blast apart at great danger to anyone standing nearby. I imagined my body parts flying off my torso in order to escape the volcanic core of unhappiness that had become: me.
Elizabeth GilbertTag: danger unhappiness tension
He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is, you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a pathetic mess, unrecognizable even to your own eyes.
Elizabeth GilbertClearing out all your misery gets you out of the way. You cease being an obstacle, not only to yourself but to anyone else. Only then are you free to serve and enjoy other people.
Elizabeth GilbertTag: freedom misery clearing obstacle
traveling is the great true love of my life
Elizabeth GilbertGuilt's just your ego's way of tricking you into thinking that you're making moral progress. Don't fall for it, my dear.
Elizabeth GilbertI want to learn how to speak Italian.
For years, I'd wished I could speak Italian--a language I find more
beautiful than roses :)
He was playing a character I had invented,
which is somewhat telling. In desperate love, it's always like this,
isn't it? 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...
he was still my romantic hero and I was still his living
dream
how could two people who were so in love not end up happily ever after?
It had to work. Didn't it? Reunited with fresh hopes, we'd share a few
deliriously happy days together. Or sometimes even weeks.
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