Elizabeth Gilbert Quotes

Hoarding one's hurts hurts only the hoarder.

Hanging onto resentment is letting someone you despise live rent-free in your head.

When we focus on our pain, our ache deepens.

There are people in your past that you can't shake free from no matter how hard you tried. There's a certain process that you have to go through to say goodbye. That fire doesn't get extinguished. You have to put a gun to it.

I can't dwell.

I'm constantly tortured, and that's why I say happiness is irrelevant. Happiness is for children and yuppies.

I believe that behind both the person who weighs 400 pounds and the one who weighs 85 there is a lot of baggage, and it has nothing to do with their bodies.

Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.

I guess I feel so tortured most of the time, when I see someone else feeling tortured, I get a little perverse glee out of it.

You can change your attachment from this to that, but you will be in misery. Attachment creates misery.

We are the ones who suffer when we hold on to past grievances.

I have come to believe that anger and grudges are burning embers in the heart.

It is your attachment that creates hell.

Suffering over things that have happened to us is nothing more than an argument with the past.

Bitterly I wondered if Hardy was going to overshadow every relationship for the rest of my life, haunting me like a ghost. I didn't know how to let him go. I'd never even had him.

Stop dragging my heart around.

I say unto you that suffering is not holding you, you are holding suffering

There is a dark side. I tend not to be as optimistic as Mary Richards. I have an anger in me that I carry from my childhood experiences - I expect a lot of myself and I'm not too kind to myself.

Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.

Emotional attachment to Maya is totally painful, this is a bad bargain.

There is a stage in any misery when the victim begins to find a deep satisfaction in it.

Don't take your bad shots home with you.

A person could leave you so quickly. So much history and time and memories, but they snuck away from you, and other things took their place. How could you hold on? Wait. A bigger question. The biggest. How could you hold on and let go?

We gather our arms full of guilt as though it were precious stuff. It must be that we want it that way.