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 to start the day. Covering her head with a pillow, she reached out blindly and urgently,… — 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
