Awry Thoughts Of A Chronic Thinker

An excerpt from Eat, Pray, Love

An Echo — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 16:47:19 +0000

Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story. It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never even dared to admit that you wanted-an emotional spellball, perhaps, of thunderous love and roiling excitement. Soon you start craving that intense attention, with the hungry obsession of any junkie. When the drug is withheld, you promptly turn sick, crazy and depleted (not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but who now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore.- despite the fact that you know he has it hidden somewhere, goddamn it, because he used to give it to you for free). Next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner, certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have that thingeven one more time. Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you.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.

So that’s it. You’ve now reached infatuation’s final destination- the complete and merciless devaluation of self.

Paulo Coelho

An Echo — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 16:17:29 +0000

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering

Paulo Coelho

An Echo — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 16:15:46 +0000

“We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path.”

Richard Bandler

An Echo — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 15:25:49 +0000

Do you want to know a good way to fall in love?
Just associate all your pleasant experiences with someone,
and disassociate from all the unpleasant ones.

Richard Bandler.

Alexis Delp.

An Echo — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 15:24:47 +0000

Love makes the wildest spirit tame,
and the tamest spirit wild.

Alexis Delp.

Amy Carmichael.

An Echo — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 15:23:57 +0000

You can give without loving,
but you cannot love without giving.

Amy Carmichael.

Louis Aragon.

An Echo — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 15:22:58 +0000

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude.
It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

Louis Aragon.

~ Kent Nerburn ~

An Echo — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 15:21:25 +0000

Love has its own time, its own season, and its own reasons from coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.

~ Kent Nerburn ~

Pablo Neruda.

An Echo — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 15:14:32 +0000

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities
or pride; so I love you because I knew no other
way than this, where ‘I’ does not exist, nor ‘you’.
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so
close that your eyes close as I fall asleep

….Pablo Neruda.

Jerry Grant Blakeney

An Echo — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 15:13:38 +0000

Life is never perfect, and love is never what you want it to be. I don’t know where we will end up, but I do know that we share a love. As we enter this new phase in our relationship, I feel a chance to begin again. Everyone knows how pearls are made, sand in an oysters mouth… Well our love has encountered and will continue to encounter “sand” and other trouble… But as we work the best we can, we can make our own pearls. Someday when we are old and grey, we both will stand hand in hand on a beach of pearls and watch the waves come in, and know that our love has conquered all that has attempted to shatter it, and together we will be victorious.

~Jerry Grant Blakeney