You know the old adage: Plant an expectation, reap a disappointment.
Elizabeth GilbertRead
Your home is whatever in this world you love more than you love yourself.
Interpretation
True home is found in the things and people we cherish most deeply.
This quote by Elizabeth Gilbert emphasizes that our true sense of belonging and home comes not from physical structures but from the love and connections we hold dear in our lives. It suggests that when we prioritize our passions and the things we love more than our own self-interests, we create our genuine 'home' in the world.
In practice
In a speech about community, you might mention how home is defined by love and connection.
You know the old adage: Plant an expectation, reap a disappointment.
Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots.
I had always been taught that the pursuit of happiness was my natural (even national) birthright. It is the emotional trademark of my culture to seek happiness. Not just any kind of happiness, either, but profound happiness, even soaring happiness. And what could possibly bring a person more soaring happiness than romantic love.
When I tried this morning, after an hour or so of unhappy thinking, to dip back into my meditation, I took a new idea with me: compassion. I asked my heart if it could please infuse my soul with a more generous perspective on my mind's workings. Instead of thinking that I was a failure, could I perhaps accept that I am only a human being--and a normal one, at that?
And when you sense a faint potentiality for happiness after such dark times you must grab onto the ankles of that happiness and not let go until it drags you face-first out of the dirt - this is not selfishness, but obligation. You were given life; it is your duty to find something beautiful within life no matter how slight.
But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilling yearnings.
It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them.
I am proud only of those days that pass in undivided tenderness.
There, he had seen every thing to exalt in his estimation the woman he had lost, and there begun to deplore the pride, the folly, the madness of resentment, which had kept him from trying to regain her when thrown in his way.
Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together.
If I fear to hold another to the highest goal because it is so much easier to avoid doing so, then I know nothing of Calvary love.
Everyone has love, but it can only come out when he is convinced of the impossibility and the frustration of trying to love himself.
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