Emmanuel Quotes

“I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some!”
― Charlotte Brontë, Villette

“Come, Paul!" she reiterated, her eye grazing me with its hard ray like a steel stylet. She pushed against her kinsman. I thought he receded; I thought he would go. Pierced deeper than I could endure, made now to feel what defied suppression, I cried -

"My heart will break!"

What I felt seemed literal heart-break; but the seal of another fountain yielded under the strain: one breath from M. Paul, the whisper, "Trust me!" lifted a load, opened an outlet. With many a deep sob, with thrilling, with icy shiver, with strong trembling, and yet with relief - I wept.

"Leave her to me; it is a crisis: I will give her a cordial, and it will pass," said the calm Madame Beck.

To be left to her and her cordial seemed to me something like being left to the poisoner and her bowl. When M. Paul answered deeply, harshly, and briefly - "Laissez-moi!" in the grim sound I felt a music strange, strong, but life-giving.

"Laissez-moi!" he repeated, his nostrils opening, and his facial muscles all quivering as he spoke.

"But this will never do," said Madame, with sternness. More sternly rejoined her kinsman -

"Sortez d'ici!"

"I will send for Père Silas: on the spot I will send for him," she threatened pertinaciously.

"Femme!" cried the Professor, not now in his deep tones, but in his highest and most excited key, "Femme! sortez à l'instant!"

He was roused, and I loved him in his wrath with a passion beyond what I had yet felt.

"What you do is wrong," pursued Madame; "it is an act characteristic of men of your unreliable, imaginative temperament; a step impulsive, injudicious, inconsistent - a proceeding vexatious, and not estimable in the view of persons of steadier and more resolute character."

"You know not what I have of steady and resolute in me," said he, "but you shall see; the event shall teach you. Modeste," he continued less fiercely, "be gentle, be pitying, be a woman; look at this poor face, and relent. You know I am your friend, and the friend of your friends; in spite of your taunts, you well and deeply know I may be trusted. Of sacrificing myself I made no difficulty but my heart is pained by what I see; it must have and give solace. Leave me!"

This time, in the "leave me" there was an intonation so bitter and so imperative, I wondered that even Madame Beck herself could for one moment delay obedience; but she stood firm; she gazed upon him dauntless; she met his eye, forbidding and fixed as stone. She was opening her lips to retort; I saw over all M. Paul's face a quick rising light and fire; I can hardly tell how he managed the movement; it did not seem violent; it kept the form of courtesy; he gave his hand; it scarce touched her I thought; she ran, she whirled from the room; she was gone, and the door shut, in one second.

The flash of passion was all over very soon. He smiled as he told me to wipe my eyes; he waited quietly till I was calm, dropping from time to time a stilling, solacing word. Ere long I sat beside him once more myself - re-assured, not desperate, nor yet desolate; not friendless, not hopeless, not sick of life, and seeking death.

"It made you very sad then to lose your friend?" said he.

"It kills me to be forgotten, Monsieur," I said.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Villette

“Whatever the cause, I could not meet his sunshine with cloud. If this were my last moment with him, I would not waste it in forced, unnatural distance. I loved him well - too well not to smite out of my path even Jealousy herself, when she would have obstructed a kind farewell. A cordial word from his lips, or a gentle look from his eyes, would do me good, for all the span of life that remained to me; it would be comfort in the last strait of loneliness; I would take it - I would taste the elixir, and pride should not spill the cup.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Villette

“His veins were dark with a vivid belladonna tincture, the essence of jealousy.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Villette

“The spring which moved my energies lay far away beyond seas, in an Indian isle.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Villette

“There is enough said. Trouble no quiet, kind heart; leave sunny imaginations hope. Let it be theirs to conceive the delight of joy born again fresh out of great terror, the rapture of rescue from peril, the wondrous reprieve from dread, the fruition of return. Let them picture union and a happy succeeding life.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Villette

“The closer you are to the end of your temporal trials, the louder the voice of critics. Close your ears to the heavy downpours of their discouragements. God whispers; “I am with you”!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“Develop what you have. Project it to the world. God will put a star up there on you. Then the wise men will look for you as they looked for Christ. They are going to bring the gold, the frankinsence and the myrrh. Even if you are hiding in the sheep's pen, they will find you once the star directs them!”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“Je fais mon lit et mon ménage; I seek my dinner in a restaurant; my supper takes care, of itself; I pass days laborious and loveless; nights long and lonely; I am ferocious, and bearded and monkish; and nothing now living in this world loves me, except some old hearts worn like my own, and some few beings, impoverished, suffering, poor in purse and in spirit, whom the kingdoms of this world own not, but to whom a will and testament not to be disputed has bequeathed the kingdom of heaven.”
― Charlotte Brontë

“Whatever dream God gave to you is for the comfort of those God keeps around you!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“That you are not mine to possess, that you are not mine to craft and shape, that you are a gift to me, means that you can also be a divine presence to me. When you call to me in your need, that is God's call to me as well. The space I give you to grow and flourish becomes also the space for my own growth and flourishing.”
― Natalie Carnes, Motherhood: A Confession

“So Captain Faith conducted the prince and his mighty captains and men of war into the castle in the very heart of Mansoul. Prince Emmanuel had come home.”
― Ethel Barrett, Deliver the ransom alone

“DEPORT yourself from the coast of negative attitudes and you will give your dreams a lift up from a level of high concentration of repeated failure to an indelible success! God is with you!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“La monnaie est souvent mythifiée, conçue comme magique et obscure. Son ambivalence fondamentale favorise l'émergence dans les esprits du sentiment d'un mystère : le dieu monnaie est, par ses modes de création et de gestion, à la fois public et privé. Banques commerciales et banques centrales contribuent à son apparition, à son mouvement, à sa destruction. Face à cette ambivalence qui ne peut être éliminée, parce qu'elle exprime dans ce domaine technique la nécessaire dualité individu-collectivité, la théorie politique classique, libérale ou autoritaire, ne peut proposer que des représentations partielles. Le libéralisme anglo-saxon n'arrivera jamais à masquer complètement l'action de l'État, définisseur et garant des règles, acteur majeur de la gestion monétaire au jour le jour. Il ne peut que tenter d'oublier l'expérience innommable d'un dollar échappant entre 1980 et 1985 à toute pesanteur économique par la grâce de l'État. Il est frappé de cécité devant une évidence majeure : les marchés financiers, lieu d'agitation des libres individus, n'en finissent pas de spéculer sur les obligations d'État, dont la rentabilité est assurée par l'existence de l'impôt, c'est-à-dire la capacité d'un État à extraire de sa société la richesse par un mécanisme non marchand de contrainte. La théorie allemande de la monnaie ne pourra quant à elle jamais imposer la réalité d'une monnaie fixant a priori un ordre social et échappant complètement aux acteurs décentralisés de la vie économique. Les banques créent de la monnaie par le crédit. Reste qu'au-delà de cette ambivalence, indépassable, chacune des deux traditions idéologiques, libérale ou autoritaire, adore l'un des deux visages du Janus monétaire.

Au moment même où les États-Unis définissaient une conception pragmatique monétaire, selon laquelle un équilibre des pouvoirs doit assurer l'émergence d'une monnaie accompagnant les évolutions et rythmes naturels de la société, l'Europe occidentale accouchait, par étapes, d'une conception radicalement opposée, dominatrice, castratrice, de plus en plus souvent désignée dans le monde anglo-saxon, par l'expression sado-monétarisme. L'euro doit réformer la société, mieux, créer un nouveau monde européen. Chacune des sociétés réellement existantes, chaque nation, doit s'adapter, transfomer ses structures et ses rythmes naturels en fonction d'impératifs monétaires décidées d'en-haut, a priori. Tel est le sens idéologique des critères rigides de Maastricht et des punitions de Dublin qui fixent des règles monétaires et budgétaires auxquelles les individus devront se soumettre dans l'éternité. Cette monnaie autoritaire est le reflet d'un autre système de culture, fondé par d'autres structures anthropologiques. La conception anglo-saxonne de la monnaie reflète les valeurs libérales de la famille nucléaire absolue ; la conception autoritaire du continent européen les valeurs autoritaires de la famille souche. Face à la monnaie, l'individu est comme face à toute institution, libre ou soumis. L'émergence de conceptions opposées de la monnaie n'est que le dernier avatar d'une opposition pluriséculaire entre libéralisme anglo-saxon et autoritarisme continental. Mais comment la France, lieu de naissance de l'une des deux grandes traditions libérales, décontractée dans sa gestion monétaire jusqu'au début des années 80, a-t-elle bien pu changer de camp, abandonner l'individualisme du monde atlantique pour suivre les disciplines de l'Europe centrale ?”
― Emmanuel Todd, L'illusion économique. Essai sur la stagnation des sociétés développées

“With it’s transition from darkness into increasing light, Advent symbolically shows me my journey from the weaknesses I acquire because I live in a fallen world, to the enabling grace offered to me in Christ’s life, ministry, atonement, crucifixion, and resurrection. His ministry to me is individual, tailored to my specific needs. He saves me by changing me, transforming me, and making me into something I am not now. He can convert me—if I will let Him—into a fit traveler, able to walk the covenant path that leads through the temple and back to my Heavenly Father. Jesus willingly walks with me, inviting me to take on His yoke (which is easy) and to exchange my burden for His (which is light). Advent reminds me to invite the Light of the World to illuminate my life. O come, o come, Emanuel!”
― Jean-Michel Hansen

“Beautiful and long-lasting relationships are simply unification of ideals.”
― Emmanuel Apetsi

“Beautiful and long-lasting relationships are simply unified ideals.”
― Emmanuel Apetsi

“Loyalty to the past may anchor you, but loyalty to the future propels you towards infinite horizons of possibility and growth. Seldom can you be loyal to both.”
― Emmanuel Apetsi

“Embrace the future fearlessly, for AI shall not replace you, but rather the ingenious minds who master its potential and sculpt it to serve their grandest visions.”
― Emmanuel Apetsi

“We are shaped by what sustains us, beyond just what we eat.”
― Emmanuel Apetsi