Estella Quotes

I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.

The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.

Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you, God forgive you!

The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection .

So, I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.

I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.

Frankie and Estella want your sperm for their baby,” I began. He blinked , then bent down and kissed me on the nose. “Will they buy me dinner first?

Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures," replied Estella, with a glance towards him, "hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?

You must know,’ said Estella, condescending to me as a beautiful and brilliant woman might, ‘that I have no heart—if that has anything to do with my memory.’ I got through some jargon to the effect that I took the liberty of doubting that. That I knew better. That there could be no such beauty without it. ‘Oh! I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt,’ said Estella, ‘and, of course, if it ceased to beat I should cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there, no—sympathy—sentiment—nonsense.’ … ‘I am serious,’ said Estella, not so much with a frown (for her brow was smooth) as with a darkening of her face; ‘If we are to be thrown much together, you had better believe it at once. No!’ imperiously stopping me as I opened my lips. ‘I have not bestowed my tenderness anywhere. I have never had any such thing.

In a word, it was impossible for me to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the innermost life of my life.

Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you, God forgive you!

It would have been cruel in Miss Havisham, horribly cruel, to practise on the susceptibility of a poor boy, and to torture me through all these years with a vain hope and an idle pursuit, if she had reflected on the gravity of what she did. But I think she did not. I think that in the endurance of her own trial, she forgot mine, Estella.

But, before I proceed to narrate it, and before I pass on to all the changes it involved, I must give one chapter to Estella. It is not much to give to the theme that so long filled my heart.

You are not going to walk away from me. You are not going to leave me. I know I'm messed up. I know I will never be what you deserve but, damnit, I'm sure as hell going to try every single day. I'm going to try my hardest, Estella, because without you, there's nothing.

I begin to think,' said Estella, in a musing way, after another moment of calm wonder, 'that I almost understand how this comes about. If you had brought up your adopted daughter wholly in the dark confinement of these rooms, and had never let her know that there was such a thing as the daylight by which she has never once seen your face―if you had done that, and then, for a purpose, had wanted her to understand the daylight and know all about it, you would have been disappointed and angry? . . .' Or,' said Estella, '―which is a nearer case―if you had taught her, from the dawn of her intelligence, with your utmost energy and might, that there was such a thing as daylight, but that it was made to be her enemy and destroyer, and she must always turn against it, for it had blighted you and would else blight her―if you had done this, and then, for a purpose, had wanted her to take naturally to the daylight and she could not do it, you would have been disappointed and angry? . . .' So,' said Estella, 'I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.

Estella was the inspiration of it, and the heart of it, of course. But, though she had taken such strong possession of me, though my fancy and my hope were so set upon her, though her influence on my boyish life and character had been all-powerful, I did not, even that romantic morning, invest her with any attributes save those she possessed. I mention this in this place, of a fixed purpose, because it is the clue by which I am to be followed into my poor labyrinth. According to my experience, the conventional notion of a lover cannot be always true. The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I loved her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.

You just have too little faith, Estella...in yourself and in God. Don't assume that because He didn't give you one thing you wanted, He isn't ready to give you something else you might want more. He knows our desires better than we do, after all.

Only twice more did the housekeeper reappear, and then her stay in the room was very short, and Mr. Jaggers was sharp with her. But her hands were Estella's hands, and her eyes were Estella's eyes...

You should know," said Estella. "I am what you have made me. Take all the praise, take all the blame; take all the success, take all the failure; in short, take me.

Grandma Estella used to bathe me there when I was younger, working my knees and elbow with a washcloth and Ivory soap. Once, I asked her why she needed to scrub so hard it hurt. "Because we are not dirty people," she had said. Later, when I asked Mama about it, she told me when Grandma Estella was a little girl, her own teachers called her a dirty Mexican and it never left her, the shame of dirt.

Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read since I first [met you]. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since,—on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made are not more real, or more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation, I associate you only with the good; and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may.

Oh! I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt," said Estella, "and of course if it ceased to beat I should cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there, no--sympathy--sentiment--nonsense.

- Do you deceive and entrap him, Estella? - Yes, and many others - all of them but you.

You must know,’ said Estella, condescending to me as a beautiful and brilliant woman might, ‘that I have no heart

Cega, cega estrella. A l'hora foscant l'òliba clara porta meravella. Arrenca'm l'estella d'enamorada. Boja, boja lluna. A l'hora foscant l'òliba clara crema a la llacuna, boja, boja lluna d'enamorada.

Yet the room was all in all to me, Estella being in it.

Está feliz por se despedir de novo, Estella? Pois, para mim, as despedidas são uma coisa dolorosa. Para mim, a lembrança de nossa última despedida será sempre dolorosa.

I wanted to make Joe less ignorant and common, that he might be worthier of my society and less open to Estella's reproach.

The story of Genesis could only be a poorly written misconception that put needless blame on women. Estella

So new to him,” she muttered, “so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us! Call Estella.

You are part of my existence, part of myelf. You have been in every line I ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since - on the river, ont he sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy, that my mind has ever become aquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence you have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil" (Pip to Estalla)

I’ve always liked that name. She looks like an Estella.” A catch in his voice.   She looks like a bald, old man to me, but I nod. I am incapable of saying no to my husband, so it looks like the kid just got screwed.

Crusoe and Friday. Ishmael and Ahab. Daisy and Gatsby. Pip and Estella. Me. Me. Me. I am not alone. I am surrounded by words that tell me who I am, why I feel what I feel. Or maybe they just help me while away the hours as the rain pounds down on the porch roof, taking me away from the gloom and on to somewhere sunny, somewhere else.

She stood looking at me, and, of course, I stood looking at her. "Am I pretty?" "Yes; I think you are very pretty." "Am I insulting?" "Not so much so as you were last time," said I. "Not so much so?" "No." She fired when she asked the last question, and she slapped my face with such force as she had, when I answered it. "Now," said she. "You little course monster, what do you think of me now?" "I shall not tell you." "Because you are going to tell upstairs. Is that it?" "No," said I. "That is not it." "Why don't you cry again, you little wretch?" "Because I'll never cry for you again," said I.

Eu sei, eu sei que não posso ter esperanças de dizer que a senhora é minha, Estella. Eu não sei o que está para acontecer comigo, se vou ficar pobre ou para onde vou. Mas, mesmo assim, eu a amo. Amo-a desde a primeira vez em que a vi nesta casa.

E, assim como as neblinas da manhã haviam se dissipado, quando, há muito tempo, eu deixara a ferraria, as neblinas da noite dissipavam-se agora, e em toda a vasta expansão iluminada que me deixavam avistar, não vi a sombra de uma nova despedida de Estella.

I know,’ said I, in answer to that action; ‘I know. I have no hope that I shall ever call you mine, Estella. I am ignorant what may become of me very soon, how poor I may be, or where I may go. Still, I love you. I have loved you ever since I first saw you in this house.

I have seen you give him looks and smiles this very night, such as you never give to—me." "Do you want me then," said Estella, turning suddenly with a fixed and serious, if not angry look, "to deceive and entrap you?" "Do you deceive and entrap him, Estella?" "Yes, and many others—all of them but you.

As mariposas, e todo tipo de criaturas horríveis, sempre rondam a vela. O que é que a vela pode fazer?

Molyok, legyek és más csúnya teremtmények a gyertyaláng körül röpdösnek – felelte Estella, és odapillantott. – Mit tehet a gyertya róla?

I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape." Estella in Great Expectations

La incalificable verdad es que cuando amaba a Estella con amor de hombre, la amaba sólo y sencillamente por considerarla irresistible.

Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil.

In Mrs. Brandley's house and out of Mrs. Brandley's house, I suffered every kind and degree of torture that Estella could cause me.

Is that from a book?” Andrews asked. Estella looked a Nora and smiled. “Probably. Isn’t everything worth repeating from a book?

Gene de, Estella'yı düşündüğüm zaman..." Herbert gözlerini ateşten ayırmaksızın, "Estella'yı düşünmediğin zaman var mı ki?" diye araya girdi.

He had a favor to ask of her. Estella’s curiosity was so keen that his promise eventually to share with her everything he had learned was all that she needed to grant his request.

So this Estella breaks the boy’s heart?” “Many times over. On purpose. Estella doesn’t know how to do anything else. Breaking hearts is her only power in the world.

Es preciso que usted sepa ‑ dijo Estella, con acento de condescendencia, propio de una joven hermosa y brillante ‑ que no tengo corazón, siempre y cuando eso se relacione con mi memoria.

Who am I," cried Miss Havisham, striking her stick upon the floor and flashing into wrath so suddenly that Estella glanced up at her in surprise, "who am I, for God's sake, that I should be kind?

A senhora deve saber se sou ou não sou. Sou o que a senhora me fez. Se todos os méritos são seus, a culpa também é; se todos os sucessos são seus, os fracassos também são. Em uma palavra, eu sou isso.

Tal vez ella también. Pero me refiero a Estella. Esta muchacha es dura, altanera y caprichosa en sumo grado, y la señorita Havisham la ha educado para que la vengue en los representantes del sexo masculino.

We are friends," said I, rising and bending over her, as she rose from the bench. "And will continue friends apart," said Estella. I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.

By the wilderness of casks that I had walked on long ago, and on which the rain of years had fallen since, rotting them in many places, and leaving miniature swamps and pools of water upon those that stood on end, I made my way to the ruined garden. I went all round it; round by the corner where Herbert and I had fought our battle; round by the paths where Estella and I had walked. So cold, so lonely, so dreary all!

Do you know why I call you Estella?” Mateo asked, lacing his fingers with mine and raising our hands up into the big blue sky. “Why?” “Because you are my star,” he said, his voice low and smooth, raising the hairs on my arms. “You shine brighter than the sun.” “But even the sun goes away every night.” “But it is the sun’s absence that makes us feel its power. We know the loss, the beauty and the life that the moon can’t replace. That is why we hang on to each day we are given. That is why I hang on to you.” He lowered our hands and kissed my knuckles. “I love you, Vera. I’ve had the moon, the dark, the cold, for too long. I want my star back. My Estrella.

Saçmalık bu," dedi Estella. "Saçmalık. Ha deyinceye kadar geçer gider bu üzüntün." "Ah, Estella, hiçbir zaman!" "Bir haftaya kalmaz, unutur gidersin beni." "Unutup gitmek mi? Ah, Estella, benim varlığımın, öz benliğimin parçasısın sen.

You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since—on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hours of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil.

...böyle zavallı düşlere dudak büküp geçse de ben Estella'yı bunca yıldır canımdan çok sevmiştim. Gerçi onu kaybetmiştim, ellerim böğrümde onsuz yaşamaya yargılıydım, gene de onunla ilgili olan her bilgi benim için dünyada her şeyden daha önemli, her şeyden daha değerliydi.

Faith Cowry turned out to be little, dark, skinny, bright-eyed as a wren, and not the least bit stupid. And despite what Estella’d said, she didn’t strike me as absentminded either, just somebody who knew what mattered, and it didn’t include showing up on time to meet Estella’s low-life friends.

All of reading is really only finding ways to name ourselves, and, perhaps, to name the others around us so that they will no longer seem like strangers. Crusoe and Friday. Ishmael and Ahab. Daisy and Gatsby. Pip and Estella. Me. Me. Me. I am not alone. I am surrounded by words that tell me who I am, why I feel what I feel.

Parece-me que existem sentimentos, fantasias... não sei como chamá-los... que sou incapaz de compreender. Quando o senhor diz que me ama, sei o que quer dizer, apenas como uma formação de palavras. Mas é só isso. O senhor não diz nada ao meu coração. Eu não dou a mínima importância ao que o senhor diz. Mas eu o avisei, não foi?

And if he asked me why I wanted it, and why I thought I had any right to it, I would tell him, little as he cared for such poor dreams, that I had loved Estella dearly and long, and that, although I had lost her and must live a bereaved life, whatever concerned her was still nearer and dearer to me than anything else in the world.

Esquecer a senhora? É parte da minha vida, parte de mim mesmo. Estava em cada verso que li, desde que aqui vim pela primeira vez, menino rude e comum, que a senhora, já naquele tempo, magoava tanto. Desde aquele tempo, esteve em todas as minhas esperanças... no rio, nas velas dos navios, no pântano, nos bosques, no mar, nas ruas. A senhora foi a personificação de todas as fantasias bonitas do meu espírito. As pedras que formam os edifícios mais fortes de Londres não são mais reais ou mais impossíveis de ser deslocadas pelas suas mãos, do que sua presença, sua influência, o foram para mim, sempre, aqui e em toda parte. Estella, até a hora em que eu morrer, a senhora vai ser parte do meu caráter, parte do pouco que há de bom em mim, e do que há de mal. Mas, ao nos separarmos, eu sempre irei associá-la com o bem, e é assim, com toda a lealdade, que pensarei na senhora, sempre, pois foi para mim um alento, mais do que um desalento, e agora deixe que eu sinta toda a minha dor. Que Deus a abençoe!

Post kept bound books with typed lists of gifts sent and received ... jeweler Harry Winston sent her a box of cheese

To accommodate her hats, the limousine roof was raised five inches over her passenger seat.

Ahora sé cómo lucen las estrellas de verdad. Estoy harta de las imitaciones.

To the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil.

...sapevo, con mio grande dolore, molto spesso, se non sempre, che l'amavo a dispetto della ragione, a dispetto di ogni promessa, a dispetto della mia pace, a dispetto della speranza, a dispetto della felicità, a dispetto di ogni possibile scoraggiamento. Una volta per tutte: non l'amavo di meno perché lo sapevo, e il fatto che lo sapessi non valeva a frenarmi...

It was then that I began to understand that everything in the room had stopped, like the watch and the clock, a long time ago. I noticed that Miss Havisham put down the jewel exactly on the spot from which she had taken it up. As Estella dealt the cards, I glanced at the dressing-table again, and saw that the shoe upon it, once white, now yellow, had never been worn. I glanced down at the foot from which the shoe was absent, and saw that the silk stocking on it, once white, now yellow, had been trodden ragged. Without this arrest if everything, this standing still of all the pale decayed objects, not even the withered bridal dress on the collapsed form could not have looked so like grave-clothes, or the long veil so like a shroud.

Other thoughtful year-round gestures to staff included silver picture frames for wedding anniversaries, flowers to ailing spouses, additional checks for medical bills and even a pet dog

Ben öldükten sonra gün gelir, Richmond'daki yeşil alana bakan o, ağırbaşlı eski evde bir hortlak türerse, hiç kuşkusuz bu benim hortlağım olacaktır. Estella orada oturduğu sürece benim dirliksiz ruhum gece gündüz dinlemeden o eve nasıl da dadanmıştı bilseniz! Kendim nerede olursam olayım, ruhum her günün her dakikasında o evin içinde, rahat yüzü bilmeyerek dönüyor dolaşıyordu.

I have often thought of you,' said Estella. 'Have you?' 'Of late, very often. There was a long hard time when I kept far from me, the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth. But, since my duty has not been incompatible with the admission of that remembrance, I have given it a place in my heart.' 'You have always held your place in my heart,' I answered.

In my case, this meant identifying with male protagonists, with the Jim of the almost womanless Lord Jim and Jim Carroll’s self-anointing stud junkie in The Basketball Diaries and with Pip rather than Estella in Great Expectations, and all the grail seekers and ring beaters and western explorers and chasers and conquerors and haters of women and inhabitants of worlds where women were absent.

It had seemed too whimsival on the occasions when she'd worn it, a quirky and impractical gift from a husband who hadn't lived to see her wear it. I never thought about the fact that, as Estella Marino, she was literally Star of the Sea. My grandfather had. "I don't suppose I have much of a choice now," I said aloud. "The admirable thing, darling Ella," came Edward's reply, "is that you ever thought you did.

She was even more dreadfully fond of Estella than she had been when I last saw them together; I repeat the word advisedly, for there was something positively dreadful in the energy of her looks and embraces. She hung upon Estella's beauty, hunt upon her words, hung upon her gestures, and sat mumbling her own trembling fingers while she looked at her, as though she were devouring the beautiful creature she had reared.

Young people never talk about what matters,” Estella scolded. “Everyone’s too busy protecting their own hearts to do what’s best for them. I sometimes think you all need to go back seventy years and see how we used to get along when we had no other way to communicate besides speaking to one another. To a time when courage was saved for things that mattered, rather than simply being open about your feelings. It might do you all a world of good.

On the morning of a formal dinner, they started marking off 8, 16, 18, or 20 inch spaces using measuring tapes or rulers and placing cards noting the perfectly symmetrical and equidistant locations for the plates, linens, and so forth

The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I loved her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.

poor one, Estella." "What do you mean? I didn't know there had been any." "Estella," said I, "do look at that fellow in the corner yonder, who is looking over here at us." "Why should I look at him?" returned Estella, with her eyes on me instead. "What is there in that fellow in the corner yonder,--to use your words,--that I need look at?" "Indeed, that is the very question I want to ask you," said I. "For he has been hovering about you all night." "Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures," replied Estella, with

You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since--on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithful hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God Bless you, God forgive you!

Engana-se, Estella! Faz parte de minha vida desde que a conheci, faz parde de mim mesmo! Eu a vi em cada linha que li depois da primeira vez que aqui vim, sendo ainda um pobre menino grosseiro e vulgar, um menino cujo coração feriu. Desde então esteve em todos os meus sonhos de futuro. No rio, nas velas dos navios, nos pântanos, nas nuvens, na luz, nas sombras no vento, no mar, nos matos e nas ruas foi a personificação de todas as fantasias graciosas que meu espírito concebeu. As pedras com que se construíram os mais sólidos edifícios de Londres não são mais reais do que a sua influência sobre mim. E lhe seria mais fácil deslocá-las com suas mãos de mulher do que afastar da minha vida a sua presença constante e sua influência. Aqui em toda parte. Hoje e sempre, Estella. Até a última hora da minha vida, Estella, viverá no íntimo do meu ser, será uma parte do pouco do bem e do pouco do mal que há em mim. Mas quando estivermos longe um do outro, nas minhas recordações eu a associarei sempre ao bem, só ao bem, porque deve me ter feito muito mais bem do que mal. Apesar do sofrimento atroz que agora sinto... Oh! que Deus a guarde! que Deus a Perdoe.

If a dread of not being understood be hidden in the breasts of other young people to anything like the extent to which it used to be hidden in mine - which I consider probable, as I have no particular reason to suspect myself of having been a monstrosity - it is the key to many reservations. I felt convinced that if I described Miss Havisham's as my eyes had seen it, I should not be understood. Not only that, but I felt convinced that Miss Havisham too would not be understood; and although she was perfectly incomprehensible to me, I entertained an impression that there would be something coarse and treacherous in my dragging her as she really was (to say nothing of Miss Estella) before the contemplation of Mrs. Joe. Consequently, I said as little as I could, and had my face shoved against the kitchen wall.

From original ending: It was two year more, before I saw herself. ... I was in England again-in London, and walking along Piccadilly with little Pip- when a servant came running after me to ask would I step back to a lady in a carriage who wished to speak to me. It was a little pony carriage, which the lady was driving; and the lady and I looked sadly enough on one another. 'I am greatly changed, I know; but I thought you would like to shake hands with Estella too, Pip. Lift up that pretty child and let me kiss it!' (She supposed the child, I think, to be my child). I was very glad afterwards to have had the interview; for, in her face and in her voice, and in her touch, she gave me the assurance, that suffering had been stronger than Miss Havisham's teaching, and had given her a heart to understand what my heart used to be.

Unexpected tears burned at her eyes. An impulse to put her arms around him, to stroke her hands over his strong back, propelled her a step forward. No! She gripped the top rail of the fence, appalled. Not three minutes ago she’d told Marti how the lessons learned about this man on Santa Estella and in the years since were deeply ingrained. Then, one sympathetic exchange with him–good heavens, she didn’t even know if her suppositions were close to the mark–and she would throw her arms around him? Maybe she needed to be more careful around him. Much more careful. And maybe she better keep an eye on the weather forecast for hurricanes venturing into Wyoming. * * * * “Now, Matthew, you stay put,” Kendra ordered once she had him encased in his bib and safely in his high chair. “ ‘Unch!” he ordered. “Please?” “Pease.” “That’s a good boy. I’ll get it right away.” Over her shoulder, she added to Daniel, “Keep an eye on him, will

Glad to part again, Estella? To me, parting is a painful thing. To me, the remembrance of our last parting has been ever mournful and painful.' 'But you said to me,' returned Estella, very earnestly, '"God bless you, God bless you!" And if you could say that to me then, you will not hesitate to say that to me now - now, when suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape. Be as considerate and good to me as you were, and tell me we are friends.' 'We are friends,' said I, rising and bending over her as she rose from the bench. 'And will continue friends apart,' said Estella. I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.

Until you spoke to her the other day, and until I saw in you a looking-glass that showed me what I once felt myself, I did not know what I had done. What have I done! What have I done!' And so again, twenty, fifty time over, what had she done! 'Miss Havisham,' I said, when her cry had died away, 'you may dismiss me from you mind and conscience. But Estella is a different case, and if you can ever undo any scrap of what you have done amiss in keeping a part of her right nature away from her, it will be better to do that, than to bemoan the past through a hundred years.' 'Yes, yes, I know it. But, Pip - my Dear!' There was an earnest womanly compassion for me in her new affection. 'My dear! Believe this: when she first came to me, I meant to save her from misery like my own. At first I mean no more.' 'Well, well!' said I. 'I hope so.' 'But as she grew, and promised to be very beautiful, I gradually did worse, and with my praises, and with my jewels, and with my teachings, and with this figure of myself always before her, a warning to back and point my lessons, I stole her heart away and put ice in its place.' 'Better,' I could not help saying, 'to have left her a natural heart, even to be bruised or broken.

it was a genuine pleasure to research and write about a woman from whom, as Life magazine correspondent David Zeitlin put it, "there is no letting down

Up to four chauffeurs, two secretaries, two personal maids, and a masseur traveled with her to each home

Luggage and guests did not travel together ... in fact, luggage went by a different route, so suitcases could be distributed to guest rooms before they arrived

She's in love, old devil! Do you hear? A girl will do crazy things for love. Just ask Estella -- she went to Hell for it!

It's the Estella principle. If you take a child and teach it to hate and fear something from before it can understand language, it will be supremely difficult for the child to overcome that.

The two of them stare at me, waiting as if I’m about to divulge all of the Family’s secrets. “Estella Doukas.” Both their chins drop simultaneously. “No,” Theo

–Las polillas y toda suerte de animales desagradables – contestó Estella dirigiéndole una mirada – suelen revolotear en torno de una bujía encendida. ¿Puede evitarlo la bujía?

The Jews kidnap and crucify Christian children. Jews buy Christian children to circumcise and convert them. They steal and desecrate the host. Giordano claimed that after one incident involving desecration of the host by Jews, he witnessed the boy Jesus miraculously appear on the scene and rally the local Christian population to slaughter twenty-four thousand Jews in punishment for their evil deed. He claimed that Jews abused drawings and carvings of Jesus. One tortured icon, he asserted, responded with real blood, causing forty thousand Jews to convert.20 Another Franciscan, Pedro Olligoyen, instigated a massacre of the Jews of Estella, in the Spanish kingdom of Navarre, in 1308. He led a mob to burn down the entire aljama and kill most of the resident Jews.

We have been taught to believe that "heaven" is above us, but I believe it is all around us. The material world is solid, the spirit world is ethereal (invisible

Comprometidos frente a la muerte Al dejar la ciudad de Zion, Fred y Estella Bosworth decidieron que confiarían completamente en la provisión del Señor. Él abandonó su trabajo secular y su música, una vez más, para predicar el Evangelio dondequiera fueran invitados. Al comienzo de esta nueva vida de fe, el matrimonio tuvo que depender diariamente del Señor. Ahora tenían una hija pequeña, Vivian, y oraban por la provisión de cada comida, a menudo hasta el último minuto. En un momento dado, comieron trigo hervido en tres comidas al día. Eso los sostuvo durante ese período, pero luego nunca más volvieron a tener esto en su mesa. Cuando ya no les quedaba comida, Fred Bosworth metía la cabeza en la caja de pan vacía y gritaba con toda la fuerza de sus pulmones: “¡Gloria!”. Entonces, Estella y la pequeña Vivian hacían lo mismo. ¡Dios siempre les proveyó!

De pastor a evangelista de tiempo completo Cuando el avivamiento comenzó a disminuir en Dallas, el único hijo varón de Fred y Estella, Vernon, de 4 años, se enfermó y murió de forma repentina. Unos meses después de la pérdida, Fred renunció a la iglesia que había pastoreado y amado. Después de años de estudiar la Palabra, él había llegado a la conclusión de que hablar en lenguas no era la única evidencia inicial del bautismo en el Espíritu Santo. Los otros miembros del consejo fundador de las Asambleas de Dios no estaban de acuerdo con Bosworth; creían unánimemente que las lenguas eran la evidencia inicial del bautismo y que ese debía ser uno de los principios irrefutables de la denominación. Un compañero ministro en el área de Dallas comenzó a difundir rumores sobre él, acusándolo de herejía entre las iglesias pentecostales. Silenciosamente y sin protestar, Bosworth entregó sus documentos de ordenación a las Asambleas de Dios en julio de 1918. Fue invitado a presentar sus creencias ante el Concilio General una vez más acerca de por qué el hablar en lenguas no tiene por qué ser la evidencia inicial del bautismo en el Espíritu Santo. Él lo hizo con un corazón humilde, presentando sus creencias apasionadamente. El consejo lo escuchó pero votó en contra de sus propuestas y se separaron. Con poco tiempo para recuperarse de estas tremendas decepciones, Fred se enfrentó a otra gran tragedia. Estella había sido una gran ayuda durante dieciocho años, pero en su gran pasión por el ministerio, a menudo se esforzaba demasiado. Cuando su salud se declinó, ella continuó ignorando el reposo en cama que necesitaba. A principios de 1919, desarrolló una tos que rápidamente se convirtió en neumonía y luego en tuberculosis. A pesar de que las oraciones por su sanidad aumentaron en gran escala, Estella Bosworth murió el 16 de noviembre de 1919, dejando a dos hijas sin madre. Fred había visto innumerables sanidades como resultado de la oración respondida, lo que hacía que la muerte de su esposa pareciera una tragedia aún mayor, pero nunca abandonó su fe en un Dios fiel y vivo.

[...] quando da invasão da baía dos Porcos, em 1961. Estella Menendez, funcionária pública, hoje com 45 anos, conta como se incorporou às milícias populares que foram a baía: "Eu era recém-casada, tinha um bebê de poucos meses. Entreguei meu filho à mãe de meu marido — ele já lutava na praia Girón —, peguei uma metralhadora e fui para a luta. Como eu, milhares de mulheres fizeram o mesmo. [...] em 72 horas o ataque mercenário foi dominado por nós — o Exército e o povo.

con el creciente radicalismo atizado por la cada vez más arrogante Iglesia católica, las persecuciones contra moros y judíos menudearon en la zona cristiana (hubo un poco en todas partes, pero los navarros se lo curraron con verdadero entusiasmo, asaltando un par de veces la judería de Pamplona y luego arrasando la de Estella, calentados por un cura llamado Oillogoyen, que además de estar como una cabra era un hijo de puta con balcones a la calle).

He was only a breath away. That is what he had always told me. He had whispered this to me during the dark hours at home. I’m only a breath away. I’m only a breath away. I knew what that meant: it meant that Jesus was near me and in me through the Holy Spirit. He was invisible and yet real, like the air I breathed every moment of my life, and he would sustain me. After deciding to keep on living, I had felt a fresh peace settle over my heart: God, I knew, had given me the grace to endure. We pulled into the office parking lot and entered