Top 100 Had Loved Quotes
#1. I felt total bad about it, and empty. Granpa said he knew how I felt, for he was feeling the same way. But Granpa said everything you lost which you had loved give you that feeling. He said the only way round it was not to love anything, which was worse because you would feel empty all the time.
Forrest Carter
#2. But he was never one of them; their relationship was too unequal. He had loved them so he could know them, and he had known them so he could use them.
Orson Scott Card
#3. This was a kind of dying. Losing the woman I truly had loved, and still loved more than anything, was just unfathomable. To me, she was the world.
Andres Lokko
#4. I had loved poetry and the theatre. Now I loved adventure more.
Sara Sheridan
#5. And yet he had loved her. A Bookish girl heedless of her beauty, unconscious of her effect. She'd been prepared to live her life alone but from the moment he'd known her he'd needed her.
Jhumpa Lahiri
#6. The pain of one-sided love, of knowing that I had loved her more than she had loved me
Sierra Simone
#7. But I had loved him. A part of me still did. Maybe more than a part of me, because I'm a complete moron.
Meg Cabot
#8. He had loved her as much as a man can love his wife, and so nothing more need be said.
John Connolly
#9. After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.
Virginia Woolf
#10. Amory had loved himself in Eleanor, so now what he hated was only a mirror. Their poses were strewn about the pale dawn like broken glass.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#11. Marilla loved the [more grown up] girl as much as she had loved the child, but she was conscious of a queer sorrowful sense of loss.
L.M. Montgomery
#12. One by one, like shadows emerging from the mist, they appeared. The faces of the people she had loved with her heart of wildfire.
Sarah J. Maas
#13. For I had loved Seid even in his darkest hours, even as he cursed me and we rode upon a fine line between ardor and abhorrence
Jennifer Silverwood
#14. I had always served beauty. Davy and I together had loved beauty. Now, maybe, I was worshipping beauty in the Christian God while Davy was worshipping God. There may be danger in the love of beauty, though it seems treason to say it. Perhaps it can be a snare.
Sheldon Vanauken
#15. Anything for my two girls." David had loved saying "two girls.
Debra Anastasia
#16. I had loved studying the map because it was a printed explanation of where I had been placed on earth. It was a love song to location, a psalm of praise to both measurement and extent.
Pat Conroy
#17. Yes, she loved her ship more than she had loved him. But what she loved even more was what it gave her: freedom, and the key to the marvels of space. It gave her the stars, and she doubted she could ever love anything or anyone more than she loved the stars.
G.S. Jennsen
#18. She had loved them all, her children. Loved each one the best, but for different reasons.
Rosamunde Pilcher
#19. Death was a friend to her; she was unafraid of it: bringing to to others, meeting it herself. And yet, she'd flinched from it today... What was it about that man that she just couldn't let go? Couldn't conquer the part of her heart that had loved him?
Anam Iqbal
#20. She had been an exhausting woman to love. But he had loved her no less passionately for the hard work.
Michael Chabon
#21. Time: the word tolled like the bells of a church. Fonny was doing: time. In six months time, our baby would be here. Somewhere, in time, Fonny and I had met: somewhere, in time, we had loved; somewhere, no longer in time, but, now, totally, at time's mercy, we loved.
James Baldwin
#22. Lovers had loved before, and lovers would love again; but no lover had ever loved, might, could, would, or should ever love, as I loved Dora.
Charles Dickens
#23. My mother was dead for five years before I knew that I had loved her very much.
Lillian Hellman
#24. Excess of love, did ye say? There was no excess, there was defect. She loved her son too little, not too much. If she had loved him more there'd be no difficulty.
C.S. Lewis
#25. It's your boy," she said. "Somebody done killed your boy." I heard Leroy's deep sobs coming from inside the house, and I saw Jimmy lose his breath. Just for a moment, I wanted to be alive again. They had loved me. I had been loved in this old world, and now love was tearing them apart.
Eric Arvin
#26. Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.
John Keats
#27. It was everything I had dreamed of, his hands snaking through my hair, my own wrapped around his back, unable to believe I had been given license to touch this boy I had loved for so long, license to hold him, to slip my tongue in his mouth, listen to him sigh with pleasure.
Jane Green
#28. [On her father's death:] Gone was the person who had known me better than anyone else on earth and who had loved and admired me unconditionally since the day I was born.
Jane Brody
#29. So with the loss of my family as well as the man I had loved, every thread that had linked me to who I was had been abruptly cut. I felt as if I had simply floated off, untethered, to some unknown universe.
Jojo Moyes
#30. Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,
Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.
Wilfred Owen
#31. You had to know someone very well to make them laugh like that. She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did not know him at all?
Cassandra Clare
#32. Ivy had loved him, too - deeper, on a gut level, with the strength of the past, not like my new love, based on the idea of a future.
Kim Harrison
#33. For one scant day he had loved himself, felt himself to be unified and whole, not split into hostile parts; he had loved himself and the world and God in himself, and everywhere he went he had met nothing but love, approval, and joy.
Hermann Hesse
#34. Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.
George R R Martin
#35. Ros was dead.
He had loved heroin more than it loved him. I was shocked beyond imagining; he was the first of my friends to fall.
Craig Ferguson
#36. I tried to think what I had loved knives for, but my mind slipped from the noose of the thought and swung, like a bird, in the centre of empty air.
Sylvia Plath
#37. She was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back.
She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother.
Khaled Hosseini
#38. He loved mountains, or he had loved the thought of them marching on the edge of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insupportable weight of Middle-earth. He longed to shut out the immensity in a quiet room by a fire.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#39. He loved Thelma, Jonathan said, he had never loved anyone but Thelma, he had loved Thelma for nineteen years and would always love her even though Thelma didn't give a rat's ass about him and never had.
Nora Ephron
#40. Amy knew that was what I had loved most about us back when I loved us: not the big moments, not the Romantic with capital-R moments, but our secret inside jokes.
Gillian Flynn
#41. Dresden: of all German cities, Smiley's favourite. He had loved its architecture, its odd jumble of medieval and classical buildings, sometimes reminiscent of Oxford, its cupolas, towers, and spires, its copper-green roofs shimmering under a hot sun.
John Le Carre
#43. That she had loved Sylveste because he was such a self-important bastard and made something noble of being a self-important bastard, did it with such utter aplomb that it became a kind of virtue, like the wearing of sackcloth
Alastair Reynolds
#44. I had loved her as a mother, and though she had put forth her best effort to love me as a son, a difference existed after she learned the truth from Delia. Yet I did not hold her responsible; how could I blame her for an inability to love the part of me that I, too, loathed?
Kathleen Grissom
#45. In a train ... smash. In his arm her last ... breath.' He had loved her. But he hated himself more. Such suffering, so much pain. And he thought it made him hateful. As if suffering was shameful, disgusting, as if pain were a crime. Who can judge another man's suffering?
Janet Fitch
#46. She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?
Cassandra Clare
#47. With all the wonders Moses was performing, there was one I did not think would ever come to pass: that we would finally be reunited. That I would once again kiss his neck as I had loved to do. That I would see him clasp his sons to his breast.
Marek Halter
#48. I wondered how it could be that two people who had loved could yet have such a misconception of each other and, with a common grief, grow far apart. There must be something in the nature of love between a man and a woman that drove them to torment and suspicion.
Daphne Du Maurier
#49. When I was a child, Mama had the best voice of all the members of the church. She had loved to sing. Her words had soared like an angel's over the swells of the organ. In fact, I now suspected, her entire theology had been taken from the hymnal.
Siri Mitchell
#50. I knew what love felt like, for I had loved Father and, less powerfully
Dean Koontz
#51. He had loved and he had found himself. Most people love to lose themselves.
Hermann Hesse
#52. But I had loved him. I loved him longer and truer than I had anyone in my whole life and I would probably never love anyone that way again. Which to be honest was almost a relief.
Jenny Han
#53. Jesus had loved men too much, that was the problem; to let himself be crucified for their sake showed, at the very least, a lack of taste, as the old faggot would have put it.
Michel Houellebecq
#54. These two beings, who had loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching a love, and who had lived so long for each other, were now suffering beside one another and through one another; without speaking of it, without harsh feeling, and smiling all the while.
Victor Hugo
#55. and the media had loved speculating about how much
Cecilia London
#56. Without acquainting me with the language or the literature or the oral family histories which my ancestors had loved, they volunteered to make me ignorant and rootless as proof of their patriotism.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
#57. She followed the melting flakes, revelling in the thickness, the softness of his hair, which he wore long. She had loved to run her fingers through it before. Tug at it in mounting pleasure. Snuggle into it in the shared intimacy of their loving.
Charlotte Featherstone
#58. All three of them bonded by the certain, separate knowledge that they had loved a man to death.
Arundhati Roy
#59. You couldn't love someone the way he had loved her and then be turned off them in five minutes by nothing more than lies and daydreams. Could you? Could you?
Ruth Rendell
#60. Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.
Dot Hutchison
#61. Rowan knew it was now possible to look directly at Zandra, Zandra the Princess of Jupiter, the one he had loved all his life. He reached out to take her hand. True, he was covered all over with scars and scratches and stitches, but then, in a way, so was she. The end.
Phoebe Stone
#62. Perhaps only those who had loved and lost could appreciate this magic.
Lisa Kleypas
#63. 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
#64. She had worked a year to get him out of her life as much as she possibly could. He always had a place in her heart since she had loved him so obsessively for such a long time, but she had been able to extract herself from him to an extent.
K.A. Linde
#65. He had loved her, but he hated himself more.
Janet Fitch
#66. Still, she would not have married a man she knew full well did not love her, had there seemed any possible hope of a future with one who did. A man she had loved with every fragment of her broken heart.
Julie Klassen
#67. While Dmitri, as the leader of Raphael's Seven, could not accept such a weakness, the mortal he'd once been, the one who had loved a woman with a wide mouth and eyes of slanted brown ... that man understood what it was to love so deeply it was a kind of beautiful madness.
Nalini Singh
#68. I have loved enough women to know how to paint.
If I had loved fewer, I would be an illustrator; if I had loved more, I would be a poet.
Sarah Ruhl
#69. [S]he'd realized that he had loved her only because she belonged to him.
Lauren Oliver
#70. How he had loved Christine more than he had understood, that sometimes one forgot what it meant, really, to love, the way the tide of a marriage advances and retreats, .
Kalotay
#71. They were moments when she was suddenly reminded of her child, and perhaps also of the man she had loved; the breaking of links with the past is a painful thing.
Victor Hugo
#72. She didn't want to forget how deeply she had loved him, how important it had been to her; she felt as if to discard the memory would be a betrayal of her younger self.
Harriet Evans
#73. I had asked him many times why he stayed, and he always said the same thing: "Because I love you, and I wanted to, and I knew you were in there." No matter how damaged I had been, he had loved me enough to still see me somewhere inside.
Susannah Cahalan
#74. He had loved the library, and had felt, as a boy, as though it had a kind of sentience, and perhaps loved him back. But even if it was just walls and a roof with papers inside, it had bewitched him, and drawn him in, and given him everything he needed to become himself.
Laini Taylor
#75. The time leading up to the 1996 Olympics was the most demanding and stressful of my career. The sport I had loved so much was slowly becoming a nightmare as I trained with Bela and Marta Karolyi the summer before the Olympics.
Dominique Moceanu
#76. I had loved Portland. It was a clean city, with weather so delicate that at night you had to look at the streetlights to tell whether it was raining or snowing. Everything was heavier near Boston: air, accents, women.
Elizabeth McCracken
#77. Opposite her, calming his peaceful hunger, was old Jacob, a man who had loved her so much and for so long that he could no longer conceive of any suffering that didn't start with his wife.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#78. He could not say goodbye to these three rooms as he could to a house he had loved: hotel rooms accepted departures emotionlessly.
Stephen King
#79. We find ourselves more taken with the running up and down, the games, and puerile simplicities of our children, than we do, afterward, with their most complete actions; as if we had loved them for our sport, like monkeys, and not as men.
Michel De Montaigne
#80. Davis was a beautiful black vampire, and Killer had loved him.
Anne Rice
#81. Joffrey is in my prayers as well," said Margaery. "I loved him dearly, though I never had the chance to know him." Liar, the queen thought. If you had loved him even for an instant, you would not have been in such unseemly haste to wed his brother. His crown was all you ever wanted. For
George R R Martin
#82. I had worn that gold ring for nearly thirty years; token of vows taken, forsaken, renewed, and at last absolved. A token of marriage, of family; of a large part of my life. And the last trace of Frank - whom, in spite of everything, I had loved. Jamie
Diana Gabaldon
#84. Out of everyone at Manchester United, I would pick out Scholes, he is the best midfielder of his generation. I would had loved to play alongside him.
Pep Guardiola
#85. Gemellus, who had loved and worshiped her from afar, she who was in his arms now ...
Melissa De La Cruz
#86. She would remake the world - remake it for them, those she had loved with this glorious, burning heart;
Sarah J. Maas
#87. I'd never been in love, because I was waiting for the silent-movie love: big eyes and violins, chattering without sound, pure. Nobody had loved right since 1926.
Rich Horton
#88. But the pain was old to him, and somehow it had become a part of him. He could bear it and speak of it. It had shaped him; he had accomodated it. He had loved abd he had lost and it had made him who he was.
Julie Anne Long
#89. If she could hate this much she sure as hell had loved.
Shannon Celebi
#90. In that moment he had loved her far more than he had ever done when they were together and free. Also he knew that somewhere or other she was still alive and needed his help.
George Orwell
#91. He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.
Gaston Leroux
#92. Will had loved the snow, the cleanness of it, the quiet, the sense of peace it brought, had loved it even though winter meant hard chores.
Sandra Dallas
#93. She was insane, and this was Janie. This was the Janie who loved fire and carried rocks. This was the Janie Vivian who trusted rarely but deeply, and hoped with everything she was. This was the Janie Vivian, who I had loved with every atom in every cell in my body before memory was relevant.
Amy Zhang
#94. Men did not love Rome because she was great. She was great because they had loved her.
G.K. Chesterton
#95. She had grown older. And he loved her more now than he had loved her when he understood her better, when she was the product of her parents. What she was now was what she herself had decided to become.
Michael Ondaatje
#96. Photographing these flowers has made me see the world differently. It was as if I had lifted a secret veil from a subject I had loved and appreciated my whole life. I offer these photographs with the hope that they will open a new visual or meditative universe for you as well.
Joyce Tenneson
#98. He wondered if the German girl ever knew that someone had loved her so much that he painted her twice on the cold cement wall of a machine-gun pillbox.
Jess Walter
#99. He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.
Ernest Hemingway,
#100. My heart yearned for Aiden like he was the very air I needed to breathe, but at the same time I understood - really understood - that, even if Aiden had loved me in return, we could never be together.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
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