Top 100 And She Loved Him Quotes
#1. He [Piers] might have been a goofy flake, but he was, in the end, her goofy flake, and she loved him as much as she could.
Craig Robertson
#2. and she loved him still; but the pleasure of shouting "It's your fault" being the strongest any human being can enjoy, all truths and all feelings were swept along in its wake.
Giuseppe Tomasi Di Lampedusa
#3. Agni was her brother and she loved him, and he often understood her, but he was a man. In the end he thought as a man thinks, of owning and mastering.
Judith Tarr
#4. The king loved his wife, the queen, without limit, and she loved him with all her heart. Something like that could only end in disaster.
Andrzej Sapkowski
#5. Everyone she knew was intimidated by him - by his intelligence, by his imposing height and strength, by his ethereal beauty - but she knew him as a man of flesh and earthy desire who loved her beyond comprehension.
Tiffany Reisz
#6. She loved him in a deep and singular way, almost as though God had crafted one heart in heaven, then split it between Holden's body and hers, fating her to a never-ending longing to be with him, or a fractional life without him. She
Katy Regnery
#7. Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.
Cecelia Ahern
#8. She loved him for doing things like calling her such a goof. He said it with such warmth and affection, as though her being silly meant something good, instead of how her other boyfriends had felt about it - that being goofy or silly made her a scattered flake who didn't fit into their career plans.
Charlotte Stein
#9. She felt abused, used, cherished, and pleasured.
She despised him. She loved him. She mistrusted him. She had complete faith in him. Ah!
Connie Brockway
#10. His cheeks were all pinked up. Travel agreed with him, and she might have known: people like Quinn, always running from themselves, loved the road.
Monica Wood
#11. She absorbed the terror and beauty of him and his world. Of every moment over the past days. All of it, filling her up like the first breath she'd ever taken. And never had she loved life more.
Veronica Rossi
#12. In the final analysis, with Rene she had been an apprentice to love, she had loved him only to learn how to give herself, enslaved and surfeited, to Sir Stephen.
Pauline Reage
#13. You say she loves him? No one but a coward would be defrauded of the woman he loved and who loved him. Ah, if I had once felt Madeleine's hand tremble in mine, if her rosy lips had pressed a kiss upon my brow, the whole world could not take her from me.
Emile Gaboriau
#14. She loved him. She really did. And he knew it. and you can't leave a thing like that.
John Steinbeck
#15. She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all
Rick Yancey
#16. The ship began moving. And Chaol - the man she hated and loved so much that she could hardly think around him - just stood there, watching her go.
Sarah J. Maas
#17. She cries harder and I know I should hug her, comfort her in some way, but I'm selfishly counting the pieces of my heart that lie on the floor around me.
One for every touch.
One for every kiss.
One for every time I told him I loved him.
One for every time he told me.
Cheryl McIntyre
#18. She better liked to see him free and happy, even than to have him near her, because she loved him better than herself.
Charles Dickens
#19. In this town of towheaded drunks, [his daughter] would bear the weight of her difference, doled out in murmurs, taunts, and shoves. But now it occurred to Victor that she would suffer more than he ever had because, unlike him, she had been loved, and her punishment would come as a surprise.
Anya Ulinich
#20. With his shyness and his formality and his tyrannical rages he protected his interior so ferociously that if you loved him, as she did, you learned that you could do him no greater kindness than to respect his privacy.
Jonathan Franzen
#21. When the hour had come for the war to take him away, that had been the first and last moment she had known without doubt that she loved him. One knew how one felt only when things ended. And
Chris Cleave
#22. He loved her. He'd said it, and even though she couldn't quite believe it, she believed *him*.
Julia Quinn
#23. Then she reached to kiss him on the lips, and he let himself have that. Soft, warm, she loved him, a monstrous abomination, a Cursed One. This might be all they ever had, this moment, this kiss, this love.
Nancy Holder
#24. He had known so much about her once -what she thought, how she felt, the reasons for her actions. And now he only knew that he loved her, and all the other knowledge seemed passing from him just as he needed it most.
E. M. Forster
#25. She loved everything around, turquoise blue sky and calm sea, and the holy mountain, and fragrant woods on it, and monasteries and hermitages, and herbs, and flowers, and monks and pilgrims, and children. And him? She asked herself and almost said "yes" inwardly...
Osyp Nazaruk
#26. Then she thought of how life could still be happy, and how tormentingly she loved and hated him, and how terribly her heart was pounding.
Leo Tolstoy
#27. It was better to be angry than to be hurt; maybe even better than being loved and held by him, because maybe anger was what she'd been feeling toward him all along, anger disguised as wanting.
Jonathan Franzen
#28. He knew, too, from things Vic had not told him, that she missed him and loved him with an intensity perhaps matched only by what she felt for her son.
Joe Hill
#29. Only humans can hurt one another, Ada thought; only humans falter and betray one another with a stunning, fearsome frequency. As David's family had done to him; as David had done to her. And Ada would do it too. She would fail other people throughout her life, inevitably, even those she loved best.
Liz Moore
#30. A girl he loved had decided she did not love him
at least, not enough. How was such a problem usually addressed? Surely not with the clandestine exchange of books and computer surveillance and recourse to the jinn.
G. Willow Wilson
#31. West didn't want her to get hurt anymore. He wanted her to let go. He wanted her to appreciate her life. To know he loved her. All these things sounded so stupid to him when he imagined saying them and he knew she didn't want to hear them anyway. She wanted to hear one thing.
Francesca Lia Block
#32. He loved her, and he knew she loved him back. As far as he was concerned, that had to be worth fighting for.
Natalie K. Martin
#33. She'd loved and she'd lost and as she lay in the bed of a man who didn't love her any more than she loved him, she would have sold her soul to not have done either. "Faye?
Tiffany Reisz
#34. My mother married my father in 1956. She was twenty-eight, and he was thirty-one. She loved him with a fierce steadiness borne of loyalty, determination, and an unyielding dignity.
Jill Lepore
#35. When he looked up at Annabel, he was just a man, looking at a woman, praying and hoping that she loved him the way he loved her.
Julia Quinn
#36. Matteo lived inside her like a memory that paradoxically stopped the pain and which she could never get enough of ... because there was, and never would be, anything that was like him. Wherever she went, whatever she did, he was the only thing she truly loved, and which she sadly no longer had.
Llarjme
#37. God, she loved this kid. Wendy had one of those waves, the ones that sneak up on parents and crush them and make them just want to wrap their arms around their kid and never let him go.
Harlan Coben
#38. Aelin had known, though. That he was her mate. And she had not pushed it, or demanded he face it, because she loved him, and he knew she'd rather carve out her own heart than cause him pain or distress. His Fireheart. His equal, his friend, his lover. His wife. His mate.
Sarah J. Maas
#39. She could not tell him that she protested because she did not believe he loved her enough to become his wife. It was no ordinary man but the Prince of Light who was asking her to be his bride. And, she thought gloomily, what sacrifice might she have disregarded had his gaze been only for her?
Noriko Ogiwara
#40. Whether he loved her or not didn't change how she felt about him. She loved him independent and regardless of whether he loved her.
Sarah Beth Durst
#41. He leaned against the writing desk and stayed there till nightfall, lost in sorrowful thoughts. After all, she had loved him.
Gustave Flaubert
#42. She wanted to make him swear; to have a kind of ceremony
but then she saw his face as he looked out over the Island and saw that he loved it as she did, and she knew for certain they would both be back.
Eva Ibbotson
#43. Randy said I could call him for anything, Paula said that she loved me and said how much of a star I was. Simon was like, keep up the good work and I'll have nothing to worry about.
LaToya London
#44. Once there was a man and a woman. When they met sparks flew, meteors collided, asteroids turned cartwheels and atoms split. He loved her from here to eternity, she loved him to the moon and back. They were two peas in a pod, heads and tails and noughts and crosses.
Grace McCleen
#45. And even though she would never tell him, she loved the way he moved, with total confidence, as though nothing in the world could harm him. It made her less fearful when she was around him. As if boldness and bravery did not always end in defeat. But
Stephanie Garber
#46. So she loved him. She just did immediately and again often and clearly naturally and soundly and obviously and many others.
Daniel Handler
#47. The only times she ever felt at peace now were at his concerts. Then she could sit quietly, watching him, and sate her heart. In his music was where he lived and revived, and where she'd first loved him. And she knew, always, always when she was there, that he played for her.
Vivien Shotwell
#48. But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.
Betty Smith
#49. That he loved her was his life's greatest grace - that she loved him was a burden and mystery beyond compare.
Rosalind Miles
#50. Part of her - unreasonable Anna- still loved him. Maybe she would never stop loving him.
Antonia Michaelis
#51. He'd loved her, he had. And he knew she loved him, he knew it! But it wasn't enough. She couldn't have imagined such a thing was possible. Love wasn't enough
Janet Fitch
#52. She loved her son and wanted him to make a fresh start here. Her ex-husband always tried to pass Aaron off as normal, not wanting anyone to know his son was different. She wasn't going to go down that road.
Tamara Hoffa
#53. Everyone, Pax believed, was more than she or he appeared to be, and one of the saddest things about the human condition was that most people never realized what talents, capacities, and depth they possessed. That Pogo had taken a full measure of himself must be one reason that Bibi so loved him.
Dean Koontz
#55. That he would love her no matter what she told him, and that he was the kind of man who loved her already and would love her forever.
Nicholas Sparks
#56. Ingrid stared at him and again wondered about the boy she had loved and nurtured for the past five years. She always knew he was Chinese, of course, but that was an entirely different thing from understanding what it was to be Chinese. Lee
Beth Cato
#57. Why didn't the Eskimo keep it?" she asked, looking at the Magnet with interest. "He got tired of being loved and longed for some one to hate him. So he gave me the Magnet and the very next day a grizzly bear ate him." "Wasn't he sorry then?" she inquired. "He didn't say," replied the shaggy man,
L. Frank Baum
#58. More than anything, she wanted to remember him like this; she loved his biting words and his stinging hand, but his kiss. His kiss gave her hope.
Stylo Fantome
#59. He had a tenderness in him, and a streak of poetry, and she knew he loved the land for far more than its ability to sustain him.
Linda Lael Miller
#60. Her mouth set. "I've already lost one man I loved tonight. I will not lose the other." She glared at him. "And curse you, you stone head, for making me say it first.
Patrick W. Carr
#61. She'd loved him too much and given too much of herself away in the process. She had given him everything and never demanded anything in return. Why was she surprised that when she finally did, he refused?
Monica McCarty
#62. It hurt. And just as there seemed to be no end in the kinds of pleasure he could give or to the ways in which she loved him, and because of this, no end to the way he could hurt her, again and again and again.
Julie Anne Long
#63. He thought she was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen and looking into her eyes made him believe he gazed into heaven. She had become his life, his entire world, and he loved her with his very soul. "I
Laurann Dohner
#64. If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another's well-being is more important than one's own.
Melissa De La Cruz
#65. Above all, she loved being loved, and he had flooded her with attentions. Making her feel so often that she existed for him, he made her existence real. No, she was not alone.
Albert Camus
#67. She just smiled, said that she loved books more than anything, and started telling him excitedly what each of the ones in her lap was about. And Ove realised that he wanted to hear her talking about the things she loved for the rest of his life.
Fredrik Backman
#68. She loved him that much, in a way that made no space for herself, as though he were a full glass of tea and she was the piece of ice that would cause an overspill onto the tablecloth.
Kathy Hepinstall
#69. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she kept her convoluted and confused thoughts to herself. He was her light in the darkness, but she was unsure if it was actual love or a form of Stockholm syndrome.
Emmie White
#70. She loved him, and her heart was breaking. If she had known how much it hurt to love someone, she never would have given away her heart. But it wasn't a question of giving as much as falling.
Lynn Austin
#71. She'd said she loved him. She'd put that impossible, unimaginably beautiful gift in his hands and he'd thrown it back at her. To save her. To save himself.
V.S. Carnes
#72. She had always loved him, after all. And perhaps he knew it. Perhaps he saw more than she had suspected. And despite it, he did not look away.
Meredith Duran
#73. The worst thing you can do for your loved one caught in alcoholism or addiction is to help the person continue in the deception that he or she is OK. Your best course of action is to speak the truth in love (see Eph. 4:15) and don't allow him or her to escape the consequences of wrong behavior.
Neil T. Anderson
#74. She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost.
Cecilia Dart-Thornton
#75. She was tying him in knots. And he loved it.
J.M. Madden
#76. If she'd ever had any doubts that she loved him, really loved him, she knew now. It was easy to love somebody when love was happy, but when it was hard, when it meant facing things you feared ... that was different. He'd done it for her, many times. And now she had to do it for him.
Rachel Caine
#77. And then he wanted to say he was sorry, but just that sometimes he felt un-understandable and sometimes he worried when they bickered and she went a while without saying she loved him, but he restrained himself.
John Green
#78. The sound was like a gentle breeze of joy on a warm summer day. It wrapped around his senses and his heart. That was the moment, and he knew he'd be telling her about it fifty years from now when she asked him when it was that he knew that he loved her.
Grace Willows
#79. A pang filled her chest at his absence, especially so soon after having decided she loved him. With a shake of her head, she chastised herself for acting like such a girl and got dressed.
India Drummond
#80. If I didn't say it, how do you know?" "When you touch me, when you look at me, when you hold me, I feel it." She looked up at him, eyes drenched. "And I couldn't love you this much without you loving me back. I couldn't know how right it is to be with you if I didn't know you loved me.
Nora Roberts
#81. Louise closed her eyes. She could not define what she was feeling but knew no other way to express it than to say that she loved him. So that's what she said. It occurred to her that you only get glimpses of love, your whole life, just bits and pieces.
Tom Drury
#82. But he knew it couldn't end. She was good at what she did, she liked her job, and he loved her. He couldn't fuck that for her. So he had to be patient and wait for her to get to the time when she felt she could come to him and end this long-distance thing.
Kristen Ashley
#83. And I love you.' she said her heart buoyant. She really did love him, although each time she said it and he could not reply, she loved him perhaps a little less.
Mark Helprin
#84. Loving someone wasn't about their perfection. It was about coming to accept every part of them, their good qualities at their weaknesses and flaws
looking on everything they were and loving it all.
As she looked on everything Jake was, right down to his center, she loved him.
Becky Wade
#85. She alone had been blind to his merit. Why? Because he loved her and she did not love him. What was it in the human heart that made you despise a man because he loved you?
W. Somerset Maugham
#86. She hadn't needed him to escape that place. But rather than making him angry, it only made him proud. Proud that such a woman was his, that she loved him the way he did her. And that she needed him now.
D.B. Reynolds
#87. Daddy, are you going to yell at us some more today?'
Neary gazed down into her clear, guileless eyes. That was how he looked to her
a yelling machine. And she was prepared to accept more yelling because she loved him.
Steven Spielberg
#88. He scarred her arm ... but she did not care because she loved him and she knew that love leaves a wound that leaves a scar.
Jeanette Winterson
#89. It was important to him that i know who she was, so im glad for that. but it makes me sad too. they loved each other so much, and now she's gone. it doesn't seem fair.
Nicholas Sparks
#90. So it was that she knew she liked him, loved him as they said in the soppy English books, you were shamed and a fool to say that in Scotland.
Lewis Grassic Gibbon
#91. Years later she finally realized what he'd been doing by making her wait so long. He'd given her a reason to leave him. A very good reason. He loved her enough to let her go even before he'd had her. And she'd loved him enough to wait for him.
Tiffany Reisz
#92. I loved the idea of a girl going into a dark alley, and a monster comes, and then she just aces him. It's like, you want to see the tiny person suddenly take control. God, my whole career is basically about that!
Joss Whedon
#93. Though he wouldn't take it or offer it back, she gave. She squeezed it into him and held it there. She accepted him. She loved him in his wretchedness, kissed his ragged cheek, and called him /father./
A.S. Peterson
#94. She loved him because he had brought her back to life. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he had drawn her out and shown her that she was a butterfly.
Ken Follett
#95. I hate every moment that I'm away from her, but I will do whatever it takes to find the man she once loved and bring him back to her.
Tara Sivec
#96. There was no reason for Doane to tie a ribbon on Marcelle's wrist, and that was why she laughed when he did it, and loved him for it.
Marilynne Robinson
#97. Memories assailed him of how gently she had spoken, touched, and moved; of how she'd loved him fiercely despite his mistakes and obsessions and weaknesses. And the conviction descended on him that love like theirs couldn't possibly suffer any change.
Denis Johnson
#98. He hadn't love her. She hadn't loved him. Yet they'd cared for each other, and Kestrel remember how he'd set a soft black puppy into her hands. No one had given her such a gift. He'd made her laugh. That, too, was a gift.
Marie Rutkoski
#99. That was one of the things she loved about him. He assumed she could walk and chew gum at the same time. He nevef second-guessed her, and he didn't try to change her. He accepted
Jill Shalvis
#100. She loved one of them most of all.
And this one loved her back. He loved her back so hard that even the things that weren't special about her became special: the way she tapped her pencil on her teeth, the off-key songs she sang in the shower, how when she kissed him he knew it meant forever.
Maggie Stiefvater
