Elizabeth Gilbert – Character Quotes

Settle for living in misery because we're afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins. Then I looked around in this place,
at the chaos it's endured... the way it's been adapted, burned, pillaged then found a way to build itself back up again, and I was reassured.

— I don't know how to be here.
— You wanna know how to be here?
Stop constantly waiting for something.

Sometimes to lose balance for love is part of living balanced life.

It begins when the object of your affection bestows upon you a heady hallucinogenic dose of something you've never even dared to admit you wanted an emotional speedball of thunderous love and excitement. Soon you start craving that attention with the hungry obsession of any junkie.
When it's withheld, you turn sick, crazy, not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff. Goddamn him, and he used to give it to you for free. Next stage finds you skinny, shaking in a corner certain only that you'd sell your soul just to have that one thing one more time.
Meanwhile the object of your adoration is now repulsed by you. He looks at you like someone he's never met before. And not have to, like, you know, justify it. The irony is you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a mess. Unrecognizable even to your own eyes. You asked me to come here? Here l am. And it turned into something else.
That's a great response to a conversation. Goddamn it. You have now reached infatuation's final destination.

Ruin is the road to transformation.

— True. Ketut knows.
— I am so sick of people telling me I need a man.
— You don't need a man, Liz. You need a champion.

— He make you pretty, find you husband, you work hard for him.
— That's exactly opposite of why l'm here.
— Everybody need husband.

— All right, Richard, get out from inside my head now.
— Shut the door.

— Where should we go?
— To the best restaurant in town.
— Of course.
— My place.
— Subtle.

I've come to believe in something I call "The Physics of the Quest." A force in nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity. The rule of Quest Physics goes something like this: If you're brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments and set out on a truth-seeking journey either externally or internally and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself then the truth will not be withheld from you. Felipe? I can't help but believe it, given my experience.