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Elizabeth Gilbert: Sadness is a place

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I explained that deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of grief, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to some better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now moved on, sometimes this will bring you hope.

“So sadness is a place?” Giovanni asked.

“Sometimes people live there for years,” I said.

 From Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India, and Indonesia, by Elizabeth Gilbert (1969)

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