He Loved Her Quotes

#1. Loved her?! I never even touched her," he said.

"That's the problem with men, Jack," she said, "you think that love has to start in the fingers.

Kevin Alyn Elders

#2. Them. She's much too nice about it, but that's the way she is. Leslie almost said that that was why he loved her, but caught

Danielle Steel

#3. Tobias loved her more than he'd loved anything - his family, his duty, even himself. There, perhaps, the Herondale blood ran true.

Cassandra Clare

#4. Ginny who lived her life with hair in the breeze, Stillman who lived his with it under his hat. And he loved her so much the worse for it.

Josh Weil

#5. I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first. (Riley to her sister Alice about Paul)

Ann Brashares

#6. 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

#7. I shall beat you,' he said, looking at her.
How else should I know you loved me,' she answered.

W. Somerset Maugham

#8. Empowered Women 101: A confident woman doesn't have to talk a man into loving her. He either loves her completely, not enough or not at all. Regardless, she doesn't settle for less than she deserves.

Shannon L. Alder

#9. He loved her very much. She inspired his work. He used to say, 'There is no meaning but what we assign to life, and she is my meaning.

Libba Bray

#10. 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

#11. 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

#12. Talk to a woman as if you loved her, and to a man as if he bored you.

Oscar Wilde

#13. 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

#14. Mac reflected on the Unseelie King and his concubine:
He'd loved her for all time
After he'd believed she was gone
Sunshine to his ice.
Frost to her fever.
I wished them forever.
You, too, beautiful girl.
The Unseelie King was gone.

Karen Marie Moning

#15. What mattered to her was that she loved God, whether or not He granted her the consolation and joy of His felt presence.

Brian Kolodiejchuk

#16. At least her last words to him had been words of love. But she wished she'd told him just how much she loved him. How much she had to thank him for, how many good things he had done. She hadn't told him nearly enough.

Kristin Cashore

#17. He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone ...

Truman Capote

#18. 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

#19. He loved her all he could; but he couldn't love her very much.

Jennifer Crusie

#20. She was very beautiful and he felt he loved her. She was not beautiful as a state or a picture is beautiful; she was beautiful as a meadow across which the wind blows. It was life that pulsed in her and that had formed her into what she was.

Erich Maria Remarque

#21. Even before he left the room, - and certainly, not five minutes after, the clear conviction dawned upon her, shined bright upon her, that he did love her; that he had loved her; that he would love her.

Elizabeth Gaskell

#22. For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.

Akshay Vasu

#23. He took another sip of ale, and began talking lovingly of breads and pies and tarts, all the things he loved. Arya rolled her eyes.

George R R Martin

#24. He loved her, free parts and labor. But she broke down and died.

Rickie Lee Jones

#25. He'd never get over her. He knew that without hesitation or doubt. He loved her. As deeply as it was possible to love another person. And God, he wanted her. Every day. In hit life. As much a part of him as he would be of her.

Maya Banks

#26. 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

#27. He'd filled the dark corners of her life with light and gave her the strength to chase away her demons. He'd shown her how strong she could be and loved her despite all of her faults. He'd stood quietly by, proudly watching her as, little by little, she found herself.

T.S. Joyce

#28. Yes. Of Course ... I'll always ... Like you, Aria. He grinned, because he sounded like fool. He loved her-down to his soul-and he was going to tell her sometime. But not with Talon's knee digging into his kidney.

Veronica Rossi

#29. Do you ... " He swallowed.
"Do you know I love you?"
I swallowed too and lied, "Yes ," because I didn't know until just then.
"Do you think she knew I loved her?" he asked.

Kristen Ashley

#30. She'd always known he didn't love her. But it was easier to bear when he didn't know she loved him. That way they were even. Now he knew he had all the power.

Sarah Addison Allen

#31. In a loud voice, he told her that he loved her. O, trembling, was terrified to notice that she answered "I love you," and that it was true.

Pauline Reage

#32. She loved the fine hairs on his chest. She loved the strength in his arms, the sound of his laughter, the way he would always look into her eyes and say her name.

George R R Martin

#33. His gaze slammed into hers. 'I love you. Never forget that. Never forget ... me.'
He loved her. Emotion bubbled up in her throat, leaving her voice completely wrecked. 'Never,' she rasped.

Larissa Ione

#34. As compromised as their marriage might be, part of her still believed in her vows. She loved the man he'd been, and she loved the man she knew he could be.

Nicholas Sparks

#35. 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

#36. All his reckless, whimsical, sensual testing of the world throughout the years had been a search for what he knew with her. Passion and peace. Laughter and combat and friendship. God, but he loved her. It was an immensely humbling, enormous, radiant thing.

Julie Anne Long

#37. The Queen's Pride was his ship, and he loved her. (That was the way his sentences always went: It is raining today and I love you. My cold is better and I love you. Say hello to Horse and I love you. Like that.)

William Goldman

#38. When Conrad Fisher told a girl he loved her, he meant it. A girl could believe in that. A girl could maybe even bet her whole life on it.

Jenny Han

#39. 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

#40. It wasn't just that he loved her; it was that he loved her, in particular.

Hillary Jordan

#41. He could not have explained the intensity of his attraction to {her}, that blissful ache that welled up in his chest at the sight of her barefooting across the dock, the feeling a distant cousin of nostalgia, as if he'd already won and loved and lost her.

Michael Knight

#42. I have a present for you," he murmured, still stroking along her spine. He loved the way she felt curled against him. Like she'd been made for him.
Laughing lightly, she laid her head back on his chest. "Pretty sure you just gave it to me.

Katie Reus

#43. 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

#44. He loved her when she was angry. And he was convinced it was because she was her most honest in those moments. ~Ruin

Lucian Bane

#45. He could say nothing. He had no right to be there, he had already been profoundly changed, he was no good at small talk, she was half naked, it was dawn and he loved her.

Mark Helprin

#46. There was nothing meek about her. She supposed that God loved her, but in a personal way; she took it for granted that He admired her.

Robert Nathan

#47. When I played Lady Day, I took Aba onstage with me as a joke. He started singing - in tune! - and the audience loved it.
Eartha Kitt, when asked what tricks her poodle did.

Eartha Kitt

#48. He loved not only her beauty, but that dim soul which he divined behind her suffering eyes. He would intoxicate her with his passion. In the end he would make her forget.

W. Somerset Maugham

#49. 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

#50. I loved the way he held me fiercely; every woman should know what it's like to be held by a man who would lay down his life for her.

Dannika Dark

#51. I know this guy. All his life he loved this girl who was perfect in every way but just when he finally convinced her to be his and they're deliriously happy, he went and messed everything up.
Henry to Elsie-book 5

June Gray

#52. He had backed her every dream, loved her every flaw, and seen their marriage as a story unfolding.

Fawn Weaver

#53. When had his heart ever felt this full? There were no words. That was the problem. He loved her with speechlessness.

Sondra Kraak

#54. Tell me to stop, Sugar, or I'm going to start a firestorm of emotion neither one of us will know how to handle."
She smiled. "I've always loved storms."
He jerked her face closer and her heart rate kicked up. "Then it's time you were introduced to a Florida hurricane.

Vonnie Davis

#55. I don't know how to talk.
Oh! talk to every woman as if you loved her, and to every man as if he bored you, and at the end of your first season you will have the reputation of possessing the most perfect social tact.

Oscar Wilde

#56. 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

#57. If this is death, Guild Hunter, then I will see you on the other side." He'd said that to her as she lay dying in his arms. Now, she whispered, "Wherever you go, I'll follow." She'd lost too many people she loved, survived too much death.

Nalini Singh

#58. (oh, he loves her; just as the English loved India and Africa and Ireland; it is the love that is the problem, people treat their lovers badly)

Zadie Smith

#59. Opinion. Love meant being brave, otherwise you had already lost your own argument: the man who couldn't tell a woman he loved her was, by definition, not worthy of her.

Nick Hornby

#60. I didn't lose everyone I loved." He looked up at her, and she saw that his eyes had gold in them too, precious bright flakes among the brown. "I had you.

Cassandra Clare

#61. The boy she'd once loved was gone, and she'd accept it. But even if she didn't want Eric back, he'd hurt her. He was the enemy, and the Universal Girl Code stipulated friends should band together in hating the ****** till death.

Melissa Landers

#62. She could not admit but that he had remarkable qualities, sometimes she thought that there was even in him a strange and unattractive greatness; it was curious then that she could not love him, but loved still a man whose worthlessness was now so clear to her.

W. Somerset Maugham

#63. 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

#64. He loved her beyond all reason and didn't expect her to love him back. He was just waiting for her to wise up.

Patricia Briggs

#65. But he could not tell her he loved her. He held her hand. Happiness is this, he thought.

Virginia Woolf

#66. She wasn't going to lie and she wasn't going to try to hide Terrible or who he was. She loved him and he was hers, and that made her so proud her chest hurt, and if anybody didn't like it they could go fuck themselves.

Stacia Kane

#67. The instant he knew he loved her, she slipped down his body and out of his arms.

Don DeLillo

#68. He wanted her to lift her head at this moment. He wanted her to look him in the eyes and realize that he loved her. He wanted her to love him back.

Courtney Milan

#69. He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air.
He had never loved anyone before. He had not known even what this feeling for his tiny slave was.
Now in the crisp, clear spring sunlight, he knew.

Andrew M. Greeley

#70. How she loved it when he sprinted right over the lines and reduced her boundaries to smithereens.
Chloe no longer had any fears of being controlled and Chase no longer held back to make sure he didn't push her too far. All that remained was the sweet ecstasy of trust.
And pure love.

Bella Andre

#71. ( ... ) he turned to go his own way, and hardly knew he loved her still.

Thomas Hardy

#72. He is the only man she has ever loved, and he has dumped her like ballast. She needs to find an explanation that does not make her a fool and him an animal, but every thought of him is a knife turning in the wound love made.

Mark Haddon

#73. Tread lightly." Vulnerability softened Bron's voice, as if he'd told her he loved her.

Aubrie Dionne

#74. He loved her.
He wanted her.
He needed her.
And he needed her now.

Julia Quinn

#75. Everything in this place was livid and lurid and living, and when he loved her and hurt her all at once she lived, too, higher and harder than she had thought she could.

Catherynne M Valente

#76. He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

#77. He loved me," she said, her voice leaden. "It is so easy to take love for granted when one has always had it. I knew he loved me as I loved him, but I did not realize perhaps how much until all love was removed.

Mary Balogh

#78. A young man didn't bring flowers or chocolates to the woman he loved: He brought her stories from the wider world, where men grappled with demons of desire, and monstrous injustice.

Gregory David Roberts

#79. She was a thief, a runaway, a pirate, a magician.
She was fierce, and powerful, and terrifying.
She was still a mystery.
And he loved her.

V.E Schwab

#80. If he didn't love her enough to risk everything then she didn't want him. She wanted a man who loved her and would do anything for her, not someone too scared to do anything about it.

R.L. Mathewson

#81. Rakes, those male Magdalenes, have a secret feeling of innocence similar to that which female Magdalenes have, based on the same hope of forgiveness. 'All will be forgiven her, for she loved much; and all will be forgiven him, for he enjoyed much.

Leo Tolstoy

#82. He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.

Sherman Alexie

#83. Even though he had sacrificed her and cared nothing for her, even though he was callous and unkind, she loved him.

W. Somerset Maugham

#84. He loved her, would give his life for her, he knew that now. Why that was, he wasn't completely sure. It didn't matter. It was what it was.

Margaret Taylor

#85. Jem told me what Ragnor Fell said about my father," Will said. "That for my father, there was only ever one woman he loved, and it was her for him, or nothing. You are that for me. I love you, and I will only ever love you until I die -

Cassandra Clare

#86. There was a man who loved the moon, but whenever he tried to embrace her, she broke into a thousand pieces and left him drenched, with empty arms.

Laini Taylor

#87. I love you," he gasped. "For always." "And I love you," she whispered as tears filled her eyes. He rolled on his side and drew her close, his arms sheltering against the storm that pounded on London. The sky itself wept because they loved each other, and it wasn't enough. As

Mary Jo Putney

#88. He loved her for her, not for what she was to him.

Mina Carter

#89. As they left the restaurant and mounted the stairs he looped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her to him, willing her to love him as much as he loved her. Even a fraction of the amount would be enough.

Emily Arden

#90. -"He loved her ... It was noble of him. It was beautiful."
-"It was stupid.

Lloyd Alexander

#91. Besides, as much as she loved Bruckner's symphonies, he just couldn't touch a man who had painted his bedroom walls with views of the sea to please her, who gave his precious smiles to her alone, who wept when he watched his daughter sleep.

Lynn Kurland

#92. Beauty loved him more than anything, her Beast boy, but, secretly, sometimes, she wished he would have remained a Beast.

Francesca Lia Block

#93. She loved his laughter. She loved that he faced the world with a reckless smile on his scarred face. Her heart crashed against her chest. A revelation descended. A revelation unrelated to the desire heating her blood.

Anna Campbell

#94. Seeing him was a sucker punch to the gut. Once upon a time he'd loved her. And then when he'd stopped, it wasn't really his fault.

Sarina Bowen

#95. Beatriz loved him?
"I have to love her back for the rest of my life," he said to himself. "It's the only gentlemanly thing to do.

Tiffany Reisz

#96. He loved her with all his soul, but in his own way, which was the correct way.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#97. He shrank from hearing Margaret's very name mentioned; he, while he blamed her
while he was jealous of her
while he renounced her
he loved her sorely, in spite of himself.

Elizabeth Gaskell

#98. You asked me in Paris how many
women I'd loved. I said one. I should
have said two." He cupped her cheek,
his thumb rubbing over her bottom lip.
"As a child I loved my mother, and as a
man I love you.

Kitty French

#99. I told him I loved him," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And he just said it wasn't enough." Her eyes were wide and bleak . "How am I supposed to live with that?

Jojo Moyes

#100. Arin pulled her onto his lap. He held her shaking form, tucked his face into the crook of her cold neck as she sobbed against him. He murmured that he loved her more than he could say. He promised that he would always choose her first.

Marie Rutkoski