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Best Eat Pray Love Quotes
“Some time after I’d left my husband, I was at a party and a guy I barely knew said to me, ‘You know you seem like a completely different person, now that you’re with this new boyfriend. You used to look like your husband, but now you look like David [her new boyfriend]. You even dress like him and talk like him. You know how some people look like their dogs? I think maybe you always look like your men.’”
“Like most humanoids, I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the ‘monkey mind’– the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit, and howl. From the distant past to the unknowable future, my mind swings wildly through time, touching on dozens of ideas a minute, unharnessed and undisciplined.”
“‘Forget about sightseeing–you got the rest of our life for that. You’re on a spiritual journey, baby. Don’t cop out and only go halfway to your potential.’
‘But what about all those beautiful things to see in India?’ I ask ‘Isn’t it kind of a pity to travel halfway around the world just to stay in a little Ashram the whole time?’
‘Groceries, baby, listen to your friend Richard. You go set your lily-white ass down in the mediation cave every day for the next three months and I promise you this- you’re gonna start seeing some stuff that’s so damn beautiful it’ll make you want to throw rocks at Taj Mahal.’”
“The former Catholic nun who oughtta know about guilt, after all wouldn’t hear of it. ‘Guilt’s just your ego’s way of tricking you into thinking that you’re making moral progress.’”
“‘You don’t want to go cherry-picking a religion’ [a friend tells Gilbert]
Which is a sentiment I completely respect except for the fact that I totally disagree. I think you have every right to cherry-pick when it comes to moving your spirit and finding peace in God. I think you are free to search for any metaphor whatsoever which will take you across the worldly divide whenever you need to be transported or comforted… That’s me in the corner, in other words. That’s me in the spotlight. Choosing my religion.”
On the expatriate society in Bali: “Everywhere in this town you see the same kind of character–westerners who have been so ill-treated and badly worn by life that they’ve dropped the whole struggle and decided camp out here in Bali indefinitely, where you can live in a gorgeous house for $200 a month, perhaps taking a young Balinese man or woman as a companion, where they can drink before noon without getting any static about it, where they can make a bit of money exporting a bit of furniture for somebody. But generally, all they are doing here is seeing to it that nothing serious will ever be asked of them again. These are not bums, mind you. This is a very high grade of people, multinational, talented and clever. But it seems to me that everyone I meet here used to be something once (generally “married” or “employed”); now they are all united by the absence of the one thing they seem to have surrendered completely and forever: ambition. Needless to say, there’s a lot of drinking.”
I borrowed Eat, Pray, Love from the library, but I think I will buy a (used) copy; it’s the type of book I could read over and over again. And I will likely highlight Eat, Pray, Love Quotes in the book. Plus it highlights the benefits of slow travel.
I highly recommend Eat, Pray, Love
as an inspiring book that will make you want to pack up your bags and leave tomorrow.
as an inspiring book that will make you want to pack up your bags and leave tomorrow.
Elizabeth Gilbert structures her novel according to the japa malas, a string of 108 beads meant to guide students of Hinduism and Buddhism on a path of disciplined meditation. She further divides the japa malas in sections of three, according to the countries she visits: Italy for exploration of pleasure and passion; India for meditation and self-reflection; and Indonesia for the balance of everything in-between.
Italy: The City of Self-Indulgence
Gilbert's first 36 chapters take place in Italy. For Gilbert, Italy becomes a place of pure indulgence and passion. What draws her to Italy is the language, and she wants to learn something not for the mere reason of its practicability, but just because she wants to. She also finds pleasure in rebelling against the time of day she eats certain foods; for example, she gains some happy pounds in ravishing through different flavors of gelato for breakfast, and in having a relationship with her pizza.
India: The City of Self-Reflection
From the freedom and gratification of Italy, Gilbert subjects herself to the discipline and strictness of life in an ashram of India. She goes to the extreme of practicing self-restraint to the point of sustaining many mosquito bites whilst meditating outdoors. She also learns that the greatest lesson is doing something despite adamantly hating it to the point of tears. Although these next 36 chapters are set in a small, remote ashram,
Gilbert's insight and profound wisdom amidst some endearing neighbors adequately encapsulate the beauty of the stillness in the divine.
Indonesia: The City of Love
The final and third section of the book takes place in Indonesia. Despite Gilbert's best intentions to remain "man-free" over the course of the year, fate intervenes, and she inadvertently finds herself falling for an exotic man. The cliché, "love happens when you least expect it" is applicable to Gilbert's incidence. She also attempts to keep up her spiritual discipline by visiting a medicine man, whom Gilbert describes as having a striking resemblance to Star Wars' Yoda, daily. In exchange for this medicine man's wisdom, Gilbert gives him English lessons.
This book is a refreshing and insightful journey through the eyes of a woman, whose narrative voice resembles that of your closest friend. It is enjoyable and inspirational to join Gilbert on her emotional and spiritual path, and witnessing a vulnerable woman's evolvement into enlightenment and empowerment.
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