Bali Love Quotes

My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it’s for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won’t ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.

And like tea dissolving in hot water, the sun dissolved in the sky… creating a velvet horizon, announcing for the stars’ night dance with the moon, the awaited joy for the wounded souls. -- From Bali – The Rebirth

Religious ceremonies are of paramount importance in Bali ( an island, don't forget, with seven unpredictable volcanoes on it-you would pray, too).

Linda Heavner Gerald received a silver medal for Fiction from FAPA (Florida Authors and Publishers Association)

Unless love is rooted in purposeful activity, its delights are neither fulfilling nor lasting.

In my defence, I did like my ex until she cheated on me. I just thought the feeling was love.

In the distance, people were living lives, having fun, learning, making money, fighting and walking around and falling in and out of love. People were being born, growing up, dropping dead. Trevor was probably spending his Christmas vacation with some woman in Hawaii or Bali or Tulum. He was probably fingering her at that very moment, telling her he loved her. He might actually be happy. I shut the window and lowered all the blinds.

When you are walking down the road in Bali and your pass a stranger, the very first question he or she will ask you is, "Where are you going?" The second question is, "Where are you coming from?" To a Westerner, this can seem like a rather invasive inquiry from a perfect stranger, but they're just trying to get an orientation on you, trying to insert you into the grid for the purposes of security and comfort. If you tell them that you don't know where you're going, or that you're just wandering about randomly, you might instigate a bit of distress in the heart of your new Balinese friend. It's far better to pick some kind of specific direction -- anywhere -- just so everybody feels better. The third question a Balinese will almost certainly ask you is, "Are you married?" Again, it's a positioning and orienting inquiry. It's necessary for them to know this, to make sure that you are completely in order in your life. They really want you to say yes. it's such a relief to them when you say yes. If you're single, it's better not to say so directly. And I really recommend that you not mention your divorce at all, if you happen to have had one. It just makes the Balinese so worried. The only thing your solitude proves to them is your perilous dislocation from the grid. If you are a single woman traveling through Bali and somebody asks you, "Are you married?" the best possible answer is: "Not yet." This is a polite way of saying, "No," while indicating your optimistic intentions to get that taken care of just as soon as you can. Even if you are eighty years old, or a lesbian, or a strident feminist, or a nun, or an eighty-year-old strident feminist lesbian nun who has never been married and never intends to get married, the politest possible answer is still: "Not yet.

Every now and then, their mutual passion would show signs of fading; without the firm support of the world of everyday duty, it was difficult to keep up this fervour. Unless love is rooted in purposeful activity, its delights are neither fulfilling nor lasting.

I just want to understand why you haven't fallen in love." Amelia was pensive for a moment and then said "When I fall in love, I want to feel as if I'm floating on clouds. As if there is not a care in the world. I want to be deliriously happy and tell everyone about it just like in South Pacific." "South Pacific?" he asked with an uplifted brow. She nodded as she softly sang, "'If you'll excuse an expression I use, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful guy!

After returning from Bali, Barack had spent more than a year writing a second draft of his book during the hours he wasn’t at one of his jobs. He worked late at night in a small room we’d converted to a study at the rear of our apartment—a crowded, book-strewn bunker I referred to lovingly as the Hole. I’d sometimes go in, stepping over his piles of paper to sit on the ottoman in front of his chair while he worked, trying to lasso him with a joke and a smile, to tease him back from whatever far-off fields he’d been galloping through. He was good-humored about my intrusions, but only if I didn’t stay too long.

The real life of the East is agony to watch and horror to share. One of the three greatest joys in life is swimming naked in clean tropical sea. We need a root of personal experience from which to grow our understanding. Each new experience plants another root; the smallest root will serve. The lethargy of compounded discomfort and boredom is the trademark of the genuine horror journey. That state of grace which can rightly be called happiness, when body and mind rejoice together. This occurs, as a divine surprise, in travel; this is why I will never finish traveling. Loving is a habit like another and requires something nearby for daily practice. I loved the cat, the cat appeared to love me. As for me, the name Surinam was enough. I had to see a place with a name like that. Stinking with rancid coconut butter, the local Elizabeth Arden skin cream. You define your own horror journey, according to your taste. My definition of what makes a journey wholly or partially horrible is boredom. Add discomfort, fatigue, strain in large amounts to get the purest-quality horror, but the kernel is boredom. Bali- a museum island, boringly exquisite, filled with poor beautiful people being stared at by rich beautiful people. No sight is better calculated to turn anyone off travel than the departure lounge of a big airport.

What a joy this book is! I love recipe books, but it’s short-lived; I enjoy the pictures for several minutes, read a few pages, and then my eyes glaze over. They are basically books to be used in the kitchen for one recipe at a time. This book, however, is in a different class altogether and designed to be read in its entirety. It’s in its own sui generis category; it has recipes at the end of most of the twenty-one chapters, but it’s a book to be read from cover to cover, yet it could easily be read chapter by chapter, in any order, as they are all self-contained. Every bite-sized chapter is a flowing narrative from a well-stocked brain encompassing Balinese culture, geography and history, while not losing its main focus: food. As you would expect from a scholar with a PhD in history from Columbia University, the subject matter has been meticulously researched, not from books and articles and other people’s work, but from actually being on the ground and in the markets and in the kitchens of Balinese families, where the Balinese themselves learn their culinary skills, hands on, passed down orally, manually and practically from generation to generation. Vivienne Kruger has lived in Bali long enough to get it right. That’s no mean feat, as the subject has not been fully studied before. Yes, there are so-called Balinese recipe books, most, if I’m not mistaken, written by foreigners, and heavily adapted. The dishes have not, until now, been systematically placed in their proper cultural context, which is extremely important for the Balinese, nor has there been any examination of the numerous varieties of each type of recipe, nor have they been given their true Balinese names. This groundbreaking book is a pleasure to read, not just for its fascinating content, which I learnt a lot from, but for the exuberance, enthusiasm and originality of the language. There’s not a dull sentence in the book. You just can’t wait to read the next phrase. There are eye-opening and jaw-dropping passages for the general reader as Kruger describes delicacies from the village of Tengkudak in Tabanan district — grasshoppers, dragonflies, eels and live baby bees — and explains how they are caught and cooked. She does not shy away from controversial subjects, such as eating dog and turtle. Parts of it are not for the faint-hearted, but other parts make you want to go out and join the participants, such as the Nusa Lembongan fishermen, who sail their outriggers at 5.30 a.m. The author quotes Miguel Covarrubias, the great Mexican observer of the 1930s, who wrote “The Island of Bali.” It has inspired all writers since, including myself and my co-author, Ni Wayan Murni, in our book “Secrets of Bali, Fresh Light on the Morning of the World.” There is, however, no bibliography, which I found strange at first. I can only imagine it’s a reflection of how original the subject matter is; there simply are no other sources. Throughout the book Kruger mentions Balinese and Indonesian words and sometimes discusses their derivations. It’s a Herculean task. I was intrigued to read that “satay” comes from the Tamil word for flesh ( sathai ) and that South Indians brought satay to Southeast Asia before Indonesia developed its own tradition. The book is full of interesting tidbits like this. The book contains 47 recipes in all, 11 of which came from Murni’s own restaurant, Murni’s Warung, in Ubud. Mr Dolphin of Warung Dolphin in Lovina also contributed a number of recipes. Kruger adds an introduction to each recipe, with a detailed and usually very personal commentary. I think my favorite, though, is from a village priest (pemangku), I Made Arnila of the Ganesha (Siwa) Temple in Lovina. water. I am sure most will enjoy this book enormously; I certainly did.” Review published in The Jakarta Globe, April 17, 2014. Jonathan Copeland is an author and photographer based in Bali. thejakartaglobe/features/spiritual-journey-culinary-world-bali

Metta, or loving-kindness meditation, was a foundational practice of Buddhism used to cultivate benevolence by imagining altruism and locking it with silent phrase repetition. I started a bit like other meditation, by sitting and bringing awareness to the breath: the inhale, the exhale, and the negative spaces between them. I was now able to shift quickly into awareness. The

The night before, Leo and I had attended a screening of the movie Happy at an expat community event. His example reminded me that the lessons from that film—that happiness is derived from pursuing intrinsic values, like love, gratitude, and courage, which connect us to one another—were first articulated thousands of years ago by Aristotle, who did not consider power, status, and money to be intrinsically valuable.

Love Hurts. I daresay there’s two or three poems, six novels and at least twelve songs on the subject. That’s how the Janus-faced beast of poetry gets written in the first place, in all its myriad of magical forms. So; why cover this hitherto uncharted and highly original territory? Why leap fearlessly into the unknown, nostrils flared, eyes flashing fire? Well, in the name of love, lust and limerence, why on earth not? Suffering is gratuitous and pointless, yet also vital, valuable and necessary. My last tête à tête gave me plenty, incorporating elements of the forbidden, of rebellion, pornography, pregnancy, parental approval – followed by fury – of infidelity, friend estrangement, life on one island that was heavenly and a second that veered between purgatorial and infernal, of violence, miscarriage, masturbating Indians, pepper spray, antipathy, disloyalty, evictions, a planned future, failed globetrotting and **** ***, whilst being indicative of a wider, all-encompassing social corrosion, and while the story itself may remain merely hinted at or alluded to in the course of this generalised polemic, it’s as worthy or valid as any other such tale told round the campfire and whispered across the beaches of the world...

Vida é o que existe entre o nascimento e a morte. O que acontece no meio é o que importa. No meio, a gente descobre que sexo sem amor também vale a pena, mas é ginástica, não tem transcendência nenhuma. Que tudo o que faz você voltar pra casa de mãos abanando (sem uma emoção, um conhecimento, uma surpresa, uma paz, uma ideia) foi perda de tempo. Que a primeira metade da vida é muito boa, mas da metade pro fim pode ser ainda melhor, se a gente aprendeu alguma coisa com os tropeços lá do início. Que o pensamento é uma aventura sem igual. Que é preciso abrir a nossa caixa preta de vez em quando, apesar do medo do que vamos encontrar lá dentro. Que maduro é aquele que mata no peito as vertigens e os espantos. No meio, a gente descobre que sofremos mais com as coisas que imaginamos que estejam acontecendo do que com as que acontecem de fato. Que amar é lapidação, e não destruição. Que certos riscos compensam – o difícil é saber previamente quais. Que subir na vida é algo para se fazer sem pressa. Que é preciso dar uma colher de chá para o acaso. Que tudo que é muito rápido pode ser bem frustrante. Que Veneza, Mykonos, Bali e Patagônia são lugares excitantes, mas que incrível mesmo é se sentir feliz dentro da própria casa. Que a vontade é quase sempre mais forte que a razão. Quase? Ora, é sempre mais forte. No meio, a gente descobre que reconhecer um problema é o primeiro passo para resolvê-lo. Que é muito narcisista ficar se consumindo consigo próprio. Que todas as escolhas geram dúvida, todas. Que depois de lutar pelo direito de ser diferente, chega a bendita hora de se permitir a indiferença. Que adultos se divertem muito mais do que os adolescentes. Que uma perda, qualquer perda, é um aperitivo da morte – mas não é a morte, que essa só acontece no fim, e ainda estamos falando do meio. No meio, a gente descobre que precisa guardar a senha não apenas do banco e da caixa postal, mas a senha que nos revela a nós mesmos. Que passar pela vida à toa é um desperdício imperdoável. Que as mesmas coisas que nos exibem também nos escondem (escrever, por exemplo). Que tocar na dor do outro exige delicadeza. Que ser feliz pode ser uma decisão, não apenas uma contingência. Que não é preciso se estressar tanto em busca do orgasmo, há outras coisas que também levam ao clímax: um poema, um gol, um show, um beijo. No meio, a gente descobre que fazer a coisa certa é sempre um ato revolucionário. Que é mais produtivo agir do que reagir. Que a vida não oferece opção: ou você segue, ou você segue. Que a pior maneira de avaliar a si mesmo é se comparando com os demais. Que a verdadeira paz é aquela que nasce da verdade. E que harmonizar o que pensamos, sentimos e fazemos é um desafio que leva uma vida toda, esse meio todo.

Bali has been healing for my heart. I’ve been able to find myself again. Fall in love with myself again. I’m ready for the next chapter of my life.

Bali: Paradise Invented)

You study Yoga in India, Liss?” he asks. “Yes, Ketut.” “You can do Yoga,” he says, “but Yoga too hard.” Here, he contorts himself in a cramped lotus position and squinches up his face in a comical and constipated-looking effort. Then he breaks free and laughs, asking, “Why they always look so serious in Yoga? You make serious face like this, you scare away good energy. To meditate, only you must smile. Smile with face, smile with mind, and good energy will come to you and clean away dirty energy. Even smile in your liver. Practice tonight at hotel. Not to hurry, not to try too hard. Too serious, you make you sick. You can calling the good energy with a smile. All finish for today. See you later, alligator. Come back tomorrow. I am very happy to see you, Liss. Let your conscience be your guide. If you have Western friends come to visit Bali, bring them to me for palm-reading. I am very empty in my bank since the bomb.

You should be happy because I was certain (predictable) with u, rest of the world named me VOLCANO. -baba bali

Finally I got your book. I show it to all my friends here. And it’s so amazing, you really put all your heart into this book and I can feel that you love Bali so so so much.” Mega Ngoei, Jakarta, Indonesia March 2014

You love Vivian. I saw it happening even in Bali. But you let her go because of what? Your pride and vengeance? Those things will only get you so far.

Rumi, el célebre poeta y filósofo sufí, pidió en una ocasión a sus alumnos que hicieran una lista de las tres cosas que más anhelaban en la vida. Si alguno de los elementos de la lista no armoniza con uno de los demás, les advirtió Rumi, les espera la infelicidad. Lo mejor es llevar una vida orientada en una única dirección, les explicó. Entonces, ¿qué hay de los beneficios de vivir armónicamente entre dos extremos? Mi verdad era exactamente la que había contado al curandero en Bali... es decir, quería experimentar ambas cosas. Quería los placeres mundanos y la trascendencia divina..., la gloria dual de una vida humana. Quería lo que los griegos llamaban el kalos kai agathos, el extraordinario equilibrio entre la bondad y la belleza.

The man I am cannot see it because he will not allow himself more pain. But he did not fall in his final hour and neither will you. Command me. I am your general of war. Let me lead us into blood and fire and then we will make love on the ashes of our enemies.

I always believed that love was supposed to bring you pleasure, not pain,” I say. “So, if you don’t feel completely happy, it isn’t real.”
 “Oh, come on, Luce. We’re fed all the Disney bullshit and rom-com ideals. Love isn’t a Xanax. It’s a process that can be hard, and dirty, and demanding. It doesn’t fall from the sky, you have to work on it. And I’m not saying that anyone should stay in a toxic relationship, but you shouldn’t run away because of the slightest inconvenience, either.

Ketut Liyer: That night in village, I got dream. Father, grandfather, great-grandfather—all the come in my dream to my house together and tell me how to heal my burned arm. They tell me make juice from saffron and sandalwood. Put the juice on burn. Then make powder from saffron and sandalwood. Rub this powder on burn. … I wake up. I don't know what to do, because sometimes dreams are just joking, you understand. But I make back to my home and I put this saffron and sandalwood powder on my arm. My arm very infected, very ache, made big, very swell. But after juice and powder, became very cool. Became very cold. Start to feel better. In ten days, my arm is good. All heal.

As a calf nudges the cow’s udder to stimulate the flow of milk and maternal love, so Mahendra’s rage prodded Rajalakshmi into expressing her stifled maternal affection.

A veritable feast of information."—Ni Wayan Murni, owner of Murni's Warung, Ubud, Bali "Dr Vivienne Kruger has written a book that is as satisfying as the food that she describes."—Jonathan Copeland, author of Secrets of Bali, Fresh Light on the Morning of the World. "Vivienne is a wonderful and happy person who is full of love for life and delicious cuisine, which she has so beautifully presented in her book, Balinese Food: The Traditional Cuisine of Bali. I have known her for a long period of time, and found her to have a very kind, loving, and generous soul."—Sanjit Das, OM YOGA

Thanks so much. I'm really enjoying the book. I've known a lot about Bali over my 37 years of going there ... but I didn't always know WHY those things were that way culturally, so it's been a fun read !!" Danielle Surkatty, Member of the Organizing Committee, Living in Indonesia, A Site for Expatriates. March 2014 "Such a handsome book! Tuttle did a great job on the design, both inside and out. I've only had a chance to skim the contents but look forward to reading it all. Of course, I'm no authority on food, Balinese or otherwise, but I think I'm a good judge of books. Yours is first rate." Cordially, Dr. Alden Vaughan, Professor of American History, Columbia University, New York. March 2014 "Dr. Vivienne Kruger Ph.D has emerged on a growing list of champions of Balinese cuisine with the publication of Balinese Food: The Traditional Cuisine and Food Culture of Bali (Tuttle Publishing, 2014). Vivienne Kruger’s long connection to Bali, her love of Balinese food and academic eye for detail has resulted in a book that breaks new ground in its study of Balinese culture, the Island's delicious food and the accompanying ancient traditional cooking methods." A Taste of Bali. From the Bookshelf - Balinese Food: The Traditional Cuisine and Food Culture of Bali (2/22/2014) Bali Update, Feb. 24, 2014. Edition 912. Bali Discovery "Balinese Food: The Traditional Cuisine & Food Culture of Bali. Just when you thought you knew a lot about Bali, along comes this in-depth look at the cuisine and how it fits into everyday culture. In Balinese Food the author brings to life Bali's time-honored and authentic village cooking traditions. In over 20 detailed chapters, she explores how the islands intricate culinary art is an inextricable part of Bali's Hindu religion, its culture and its community life. This book provides a detailed roadmap for those who wish to make their own exciting exploration of the exotic world of Balinese cooking!" Living in Indonesia. A Site for Expatriates. Recommended Publications.

I see my mother. She’s such a controlling bitch. She’s forcing me to get married here in this fake Balinese temple and not actually in Bali where I’ve dreamed of having my wedding ever since I saw Eat Pray Love. I can’t believe she’s forcing me to wear Valentino.