Author of quotes: Francine Rivers. Page 1

Him a sad little smile, he touched his other hand to her cheek.
If not for Julia, I would have given you your freedom.
Hadassah gently squeezed his hand.
- I am free, my Lord, - she whispered. And you too can be free. - She slowly got up and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

... He smiled sadly and patted her hand.
- And not me, and not Jacob, and Mary Magdalene, Jesus gave the opportunity to see Themselves after the resurrection.
Tears Hadassah for a moment saw nothing.
- How can I have the same strength as you?
John gently smiled at her.
- You have as much power as God has given you, and these forces will be enough to make you fulfilled His will. You only believe in Him.

- Can I go, my Lord? - she said softly, as a maid.
- Yes, - quietly he said, watching her eyes. When she opened the door, he called out to her.
- Hadassah, ' said mark, feeling like love is tearing him up inside. The only way to master it, in his view, was to undermine this obstinate in her faith. But does not shake while he and her? And that this God ever done for you?
Pretty girl with long stood in the doorway with my back to him and was silent.
- All, - finally she said quietly and left quietly closing the door behind him.

- God spoke to Elijah in a low whisper, mark. It was a calm and quiet voice. It was a still small voice...
Mark suddenly felt a strange trembling inside. As if trying to get rid of him, he smiled wryly.
- Wind?
"Yes," she said quietly.

God inflicts wounds that can heal.

- Unless your God is against love?
- God is love - quietly said Hadassah.

Hadassah glanced at the sailors who worked around her and remembered his father's words: "the same as they were, was Peter. And James, and John. 'Sons of Thunder', as they called their Lord. Sometimes they were pagan in nature, and often excessive pride".
God chose these people, and Hadassah saw it as hope for myself. Jesus chose those who were chosen this world. He chose ordinary people, with all their weaknesses, and made them great power living in them the Holy spirit.

- I have to go, my Lord. Please...
- Where to go?
- To himself.
- I'll go with you.
She looked at him, clutching his hand to his tunic.
- I have no choice?
Mark knew what she would say if he would give her the choice. Speaking against all human instincts, her cursed God requires from his followers purity.
- What if I say no?
- I beg you not to rape me.
- Rape you? is the word and slashed him. - You belong to my family. Is it violence if something that belongs to me, I take what I want? And, in my opinion, I give you respect, even when...
Then he stopped listening to himself. For the first time, mark felt an unspeakable sense of shame. He stared at her, because for a moment saw himself as she must see him, and shuddered. He called her something. Something! Had he just thought about her? How about things that can enjoy, not caring about her feelings?

- I'm a slave.
- Can I not be reminded. I know who you are and what you are.
She closed her eyes. No, he doesn't know. In fact, he absolutely did not know about it. Anything very important.

... She recovered quickly and obediently lowered his head.
- Forgive me, my Lord.
His palm was burning from the slap, but it was nothing compared to how burned his conscience.

How can it be free a reprobate mind, if they become slaves of their own passions?

- Do not judge them so harshly, Decimus. There is neither yours, nor mine, nor of their guilt. To blame the world in which they live.
- And who makes this world, Phoebe? They want complete control of my life. They want to get rid of the old norms. Good for them whatever they pleased. They are willing to destroy anyone that gets in their way. They need to break the chains of morality and do not understand that only moral limitations and do civilized human being.

- ... All the gods are acting on their whims. What's different from the rest?
God is not like those idols which the people themselves create, and which give its qualities. God doesn't think and act like people.

Die the wise men, and foolish, Atret. The only difference is that the wise men are worthy of death.