Eat, Pray, Love
Elizabeth Gilbert, 2006
Βιογραφίες και απομνημονεύματα Ταξίδια και φύση
Ατμόσφαιρα: ελπίδα και θαυμασμός. Μιλά για τη μνήμη.
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Everything else about the three-years-ago scene was different, though. That time, I was not in Rome but in the upstairs bathroom of the big house in the suburbs of New York which I’d recently purchased with my husband. It was a cold November, around three o’clock in the morning. My husband was sleeping in our bed. I was hiding in the bathroom for something like the forty-seventh consecutive night, and—just as during all those nights before—I was sobbing. Sobbing so hard, in fact, that a great lake of tears and snot was spreading before me on the bathroom tiles, a veritable Lake Inferior (if you will) of all my shame and fear and confusion and grief. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
Όσα πραγματικά χρειάζεται να ξέρω τα έμαθα στο νηπιαγωγείο
Robert Fulghum, 1986
Κοινά στοιχεία: θαυμασμός και ελπίδα.
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Πώς είναι το «Eat, Pray, Love»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: ελπίδα και θαυμασμός. Μιλά για τη μνήμη.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Eat, Pray, Love»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Eat, Pray, Love», δοκίμασε «Η κόρη του σαμουράι» (Etsu Inagaki Sugimoto), «When Breath Becomes Air» (Paul Kalanithi) και «Wild» (Cheryl Strayed).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
Η μητέρα ξηλώνει κεντήματα γενεών για να ντύσει την κόρη της απλά.
All that winter the household was busy getting me ready for school. The pathos of these preparations I did not realize; nor, I think, did any of us. Mother spent evening after evening bending her stately head over wonderful embroidered garments, ripping out, stitch by stitch, the exquisite work of hands folded in rest generations ago. Then Ishi would dye the silk and make it into plain garments suitable for my school life.
Η κόρη του σαμουράι · Etsu Inagaki Sugimoto
The wilderness grief leaves you in, and the years it takes to walk out.
It took me years to take my place among the ten thousand things again. To be the woman my mother raised. To remember how she said honey and picture her particular gaze. I would suffer. I would suffer. I would want things to be different than they were. The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods. It took me four years, seven months, and three days to do it. I didn’t know where I was going until I got there.
Wild · Cheryl Strayed
The silence after you stop being corrected is not kindness.
He said, when you’re screwing up and nobody’s saying anything to you anymore, that means they gave up. And that’s a lesson that stuck with me my whole life. Is that when you see yourself doing something badly and nobody’s bothering to tell you anymore, that’s a very bad place to be. Your critics are your ones telling you they still love you and care.
The Last Lecture · Randy Pausch
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