Even her hair, she thought, running her fingers impatiently through the damp golden brown ringlets that curled romantically around her face. A Bottic…

- Naomi Ragen

Suffering did different things to different people...Some souls became tempered, unshakable in their faith, while others became twisted and mis-shape…

- Naomi Ragen

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 and agai…

- Naomi Ragen

It was Vivaldi's Mandolin Concerto, Francesca Abraham realized as the radio alarm went off. Lively, unrelentingly upbeat, it was the perfect tempo in…

- Naomi Ragen

Books were like old friends, with their worn covers and well-thumbed pages.

- Naomi Ragen

...self-important western journalists who'd given up their sacred trust to become cheerleaders for trendy causes, the way communist journalists had o…

- Naomi Ragen

When a man and woman married, nothing they did together had any shame or immodesty. It was all in the name of God. There was fruitfulness and joy in …

- Naomi Ragen

Women were naturally pure souls, on so much higher a spiritual plane to begin with than men.

- Naomi Ragen