Books were like old friends, with their worn covers and well-thumbed pages.. — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
Suffering did different things to different people...Some souls became tempered, unshakable in their faith, while others became twisted and mis-shapen, throwing off all connection… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
...self-important western journalists who'd given up their sacred trust to become cheerleaders for trendy causes, the way communist journalists had once been cheerleaders for… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
Even her hair, she thought, running her fingers impatiently through the damp golden brown ringlets that curled romantically around her face. A Botticelli angel,… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
“The coming together of a man and woman was a holy thing, after all. God had chosen this way of replenishing the earth. God… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
“When there was nothing left to gain, nothing more to lose, when one was face-to-face with the moment of greatest despair, to speak to… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
“Like most Eastern Europeans, he was not amenable to the socialist ethic so many Israeli leftists still romanticized, despite the proven failure of Communism… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
Women were naturally pure souls, on so much higher a spiritual plane to begin with than men. — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
It was Vivaldi's Mandolin Concerto, Francesca Abraham realized as the radio alarm went off. Lively, unrelentingly upbeat, it was the perfect tempo in which… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
“The most terrible thing about terrorism, the thing that people fond of saying "one man's freedom fighter is another man's terrorist" didn't get, was… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
“He, the man, had seen her, touched her, and had not validated her beauty, her womanliness. He had turned away and gone to his… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
“He who gives life, nourishes life. He listens, this I can tell you. Whatever happens, He's listening. He doesn't always answer right away. He… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
How do they manage to go on living?…By loving life. And-in spite of everything-by loving God. By having enough faith to start over again… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
“So you see, we are not free to choose our fate. There is a yoke to be borne and freedom is only an illusion.… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
“Elizabeth feared that because of her looks, she was doomed to meet men with unreasonably high self-images and no depth, the kind that dogged… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
“To love human beauty is to love something whose very existence is doomed. Love should be based on permanence. On solid, secure things…Love of… — Naomi Ragen Copy Share Image
