Quotes About His Love For Her

#1. I love seeing my husband hold our daughter and just give her kisses, unsolicited kisses. When he doesn't know that I'm watching or when I come into the room and I look over and he's just kissing her forehead or kissing her cheek. He loves her so much, and I love his love for her.

Vanessa Lachey

#2. You know you're in love with someone when the idea of them being in love with someone else doesn't just wreck you, it invades every part of your being. Yet, how could I be upset that Gabe loved her? When his love for her was one of the very reasons I loved him? - Saylor

Rachel Van Dyken

#3. Gabriel noticed with satisfaction the way Julia intentionally fingered one of her diamond earrings, as if she understood his revelations and received them gladly. As if she knew he was revealing his love for her through art. His heart swelled.

Sylvain Reynard

#4. His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

Kim Edwards

#5. The Lord spoke to her of his love for her-that she was his daughter, that he cared for her, that he had died for her. He said that he would have died if she had been the only one. He would have suffered at Calvary for her sins, if hers had been the only ones.

Carlfred Broderick

#6. Her joy with him was like nothing she had ever experienced. His love for her felt like a miracle.

Elizabeth Chandler

#7. Maybe he loves her. Maybe he wishes to have her forever, maybe he wishes that she could be his bride. Even then he might lose much to be with her-his properties, his position. But next to his love for her, what meaning do they have? He would be a fool to treasure dead gold more then a live heart.

John Speed

#8. He'd fallen in love with her instead. And whether she realized it or not, because of his love for her, she owned him as much as he owned her.

Tiffany Reisz

#9. What hypocrites are we as caretakers of the Earth? We profess to love Mother Nature in one voice and pollute her gardens in the next. When man does not commit his love for her, his heart becomes harden while ignoring his responsibilities to her.

Patricia H. Graham

#10. Indeed, there was a frankness in his face, an honesty, and an undisguised show of his pride in her, and his love for her, which were, to me, the best of good looks.

Charles Dickens

#11. Dad never ceased to remind my mother of his love for her,

John Carter Cash

#12. So for fifteen years she'd been hiding her love for a man who had been hiding his love for her. That meant she'd betrayed the man who loved her.

Brent Weeks

#13. She thought she had been saved by his love for her, and in part she had been. It had cleansed her, never casting blame. But that had been only the beginning. It was loving him in return that had brought her up out of the darkness.

Francine Rivers

#14. His love for her was a gift he gave her daily, expecting nothing in return. He walked at her side, his love for her a torch to guide her footsteps along the dark path she walked.

Margaret Weis

#15. She was his great adventure; his love for her had taken him places he'd never dreamed of going.

Jennifer McMahon

#16. His love for her made her feel like she was wearing sunglasses even when she wasn't.

J. Ryan Stradal

#17. A man should never measure his wealth in achievements or personal riches, but rather by his love for her. She is more than a woman; she is a queen. She is more than the world; she is your universe.

Chris Flores

#18. He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her.
But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?

Guillaume Musso

#19. His love for her was quiet and constant, familiar and soothing; it was almost its own thing entirely, like a worn rock or a set of worry beads, something he'd pick up and weigh in his palm occasionally, more comforting than dispiriting.

Cynthia D'Aprix Sweeney

#20. He knew his love for her was more a desire to save her, to be her superhero, and it was partly a desire to do what people who are in love do, and partly a desire to feel young again with her, because Ying Li was very young, and she looked even younger.

Francois Lelord

#21. Lucas had no doubt Helen could erase his love for her, but he also knew he'd only fall in love with her again the next he laid eyes on her. There was no "moving on" for him. No matter what else Lucas did in his life, his love for Helen would always define him. He was the Lover.

Josephine Angelini

#22. Rose clasped her hands and stared into his eyes, loving him, drinking in his love for her, for the last time.

Melanie Dickerson

#23. But she was not even grateful to him for it; nothing good on Pierre's part seemed to her to be an effort, it seemed so natural for him to be kind to everyone that there was no merit in his kindness.

Leo Tolstoy

#24. Be kind to her when she comes back. Her love is not only for children but for humanity. She will be a good-hearted and magnificent zealot one day. As her mother is now.
Goodbye, Kate. And below he had signed as he rarely did, with his Christian name.

Dorothy Dunnett

#25. If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer; but if he spends his whole day as a spectulator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is esteemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.

Henry David Thoreau

#26. She waits for his reprimand or words of disapproval.
He kisses her instead. Hard. Lips demanding, fingers tightening on her chin. He consumes her with this single act.

Laura Kreitzer

#27. I'll say I'm sorry for the rest of my life if you'll forgive me," he whispered in her ear.
"I want to hate you."
He pressed his forehead to hers. "You want to, but you don't?"
"I love you, you ass.

Bernadette Marie

#28. Will you dance with me?" The charms on Sahara's bracelet clinked against one another as she lifted her arms to link them around his neck, her love for him proud and open.
Deep inside, even the part of him that was the void, merciless and dark and broken, knew happiness, knew joy.

Nalini Singh

#29. His love with Lucy bled from his heart as he slipped into a dark despair - a melancholy that only she could sever with her chaste voice and tender kisses. Now in an unreachable darkness, a blindness took hold. A blood lust that would drive him mad for five years hence.

Solange Nicole

#30. He put his forehead against hers.
"Alannah, my heart is yours." He said softly.
"And yet, I must hand it over to someone else for the keeping." Her last words falling to a strained whisper.

B.C. Morin

#31. You must love her very much to be willing to do all this." He twisted his head slightly and held her gaze. "I'm not doing anything for her that I've not done for her before.

Lorraine Heath

#32. The most she could hope for was the chance to run away and let her love die a slow, natural death.

"Go to Hell," she said.

"Not without you." His sexy mouth tipped into a boyish grin, white teeth gleaming against tanned skin.

Aleah Barley

#33. She lends her pen,
to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.
For she is his poet,
And he is her poetry.

Lang Leav

#34. He was overwhelmed by the love he felt for her; tears filled his eyes and the ache in his throat ran deep into his chest. He ran down the hill to the river, through the light rain until th pain faded like fog mist. He stood and watched the rainy dawn, and he knew he would find her again.

Leslie Marmon Silko

#35. He showed his daughter how to use cushions to vary his position and relieve the monotony of pressure that corrupts the flesh, but he made her leave the room for all those tasks which would normally fall to the lot of a woman, and which show the greatest love.

Louis De Bernieres

#36. To love her was to taste sweet surrender. For had she not entered his life, he would have sought the wonders of both Heaven and Earth. But she surpassed them all and, by her pleasing nature, stayed him.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#37. Finally, sweet finally, he was inside her to the hilt.
"I need a second," he ground out, his body pulsing.
"You're really freaking big, Quinn," she panted. "Move. Please, for the love of the goddess, move."
He grinned before kissing her. "You say such sweet things.

Carrie Ann Ryan

#38. Meeting Hettie again made him achingly conscious once more of the irrefutable nature of his obsession with her. Obsession - or love? Or was it something more unhealthy - a kind of craving, an addiction?

William Boyd

#39. When I love someone, I am blind for his/her flaws. When I hate someone, I am blind for his/her perfection

Ria Tumimomor

#40. Lilly's something old was the love her husband-to-be had carried in his heart since he was just a boy. Her something new was the renewel of that love. Something blue was ever second they would ever be apart. There was nothing borrowed. Everything from here on out was for keeps.

Jan Watson

#41. I love the way you taste," she said as she licked her lips. And that made his erection flare in her hand. "Climb up on me," he said gruffly. "I want to be inside you - climb up." For

J.R. Ward

#42. Lifting his head to set his chin in the middle of her chest, Gage looked her in the eyes and murmured back, "Because you make me want to be more man than animal. You make me want to live and love deeply enough for one lifetime rather than live hundreds of lifetimes without you." - Gage

Jessie Lane

#43. F#ck, she was perfect. Making love to her wasn't just heaven. It was the single most amazing experience in his thirty years of life. She may have been made for him, but he was made for this moment. For the ultimate instant when he and Jenna merged into one.

Jess Dee

#44. He nudged her with his shoulder but didn't say anything. They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the silence of being alone and enjoying each other's presence. It was easy ... and comfortable.

Kimberly Derting

#45. You love another person not because of his virtues- that is infatuation- but in spite of his faults," he said to her. "Love has no place for idealization.

Sudhir Kakar

#46. He was aware he did not love her. He had married her because he liked her haughtiness, her seriousness, her strength, and also because of some vanity on his part, but as she kissed him for the first time he was sure there would be obstacle to their inventing true love.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#47. Look at the magnificence of love,
At this heavenly dusk,
Wind is singing the song of joy,
The sun is kissing the ocean.
Saying goodbye for the night
Promising to wake her up
At the dawn of life,
With the touch of his warmth
and light.

Debasish Mridha

#48. But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

Dennis Lehane

#49. Behind every highly dramatic person lurks an unresolved trauma. Drama is his or her way of asking for love, and begging for help and understanding.

Doreen Virtue

#50. Beth's fingers trembled in his hair, and her forehead dropped against his. A heavy, wet tear fell onto Lincoln's lips, and he licked it. He pulled her close, as close as he could. Like he didn't care for the moment whether she could breathe. Like there were two of them and only one parachute.

Rainbow Rowell

#51. She tiptoed her fingers along his back. "Were you really making love to me?"
He rolled back over onto her. "If you have to ask, then I'm obviously not doing it well enough. Let me try a bit more diligently before I go searching for a dragon.

Lorraine Heath

#52. We all know that Beauty grows to love the Beast. She grows to love him, despite what her family might think for his charm and education, his knowledge of art and his sensitive heart.

E. Lockhart

#53. What is it you would have of me?"
His amber eyes were shiny and bright and filled with his heart as he stared at her. "I would have you, my love," he breathed. "Every day for the rest of my life. I've come to marry you, Nyn. If you'll have me.

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#54. She felt the lurch of a head rush. The boy who had not paid attention to her; the man who'd embarked on an affair knowing she could never be his; at the last moment he was asking for more. A piece of her was elated. But she was also struck by his selfishness.

Jhumpa Lahiri

#55. Love was earned and hard-fought and cherished. It was Marco's face and his rough palm on her cheek. It wasn't something a family got for being a family.

Hugh Howey

#56. Jack, please," she whispered, even though she had no idea what it is she was begging for.

"You want sex, I'll give you sex." His low, deep voice embodied control, and did the strangest things to her body. "But before I put my cock inside you, I want to touch and taste every inch of you.

Cathryn Fox

#57. He doesn't move a muscle except for his eyes that follow her path as though somehow he can see her contrails. His whole existence revolves around a girl who left his orbit, and he was the one who spun her off her axis.

Kat Kruger

#58. She was few inches taller than him and when for the first time her promising eyes met with his, he knew it would be more than friendship. He was too young to name that feeling then. But love...above all relationships knows no age.

Viraj J. Mahajan

#59. And always, I could see that, despite his weakness for her or because of it, he seemed uncatchable, as if he might slip away at any moment.

Jodi Lynn Anderson

#60. She continued. "I love my people, James," she said, and his name on her tongue was indescribably sweet. "I am proud to be Asante, as I am sure you are proud to be Fante, but after I lost my brothers, I decided that as for me, Akosua, I will be my own nation.

Yaa Gyasi

#61. But her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.

J.R. Ward

#62. And the Top spoke no more of his old love; for that dies away when the beloved objects has lain for five years in a roof gutter and got wet through; yes, one does not know her again when one meets her in the dust box.

Hans Christian Andersen

#63. Mr. Haverbink bowed deeply, muscles rippling all up and down his back, and lumbered from the room. Miss Hisselpenny sighed and fluttered her fan. "Ah, for the countryside, what scenery there abides ... , " quoth she. Miss Tarabotti giggled. "Ivy, what a positively wicked thing to say. Bravo.

Gail Carriger

#64. And because he loved her, it wouldn't matter that she wasn't twenty-two or thirty or forty anymore. In his eyes she was truly the most beautiful woman in the world. The thought brought tears to Parker's eyes. A sucker for love indeed.

Kristan Higgins

#65. He reached up and traced her cheek with the outside of his fingers. "Guys like me look for reasons. We look for explanations. I've been trying for hours to make sense out of this, and I only know two things. When it comes to you and Santa Claus, 'sense' doesn't work. And I love you.

Sierra Donovan

#66. She was the wish of his life. He didn't know how else to say it. He didn't even know that he could really explain, just that every time he saw her he felt his bones might break under the weight of his wanting. His longing for her.

C.J. Carlyon

#67. He was the lover who never showed his face, the man most avid for love as well as most niggardly with it, the man who gave nothing and wanted everything, the man who did not allow anyone to leave a trace of her passing in his heart, the hunter lying in ambush.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#68. Dear papa, I love you so much!' she replied, twining her arms around his neck. 'I love you all the better for never letting me have my own way, but always making me obey and keep to rules.

Martha Finley

#69. 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

#70. You never told me how the story ends, Gabe."
She held her breath, waiting for his response.
His expression held all the love and desire she knew he felt for her.
"It doesn't.

Bella Andre

#71. God loves the church with a love too deep for human imagination: He loves her with all His infinite heart. Therefore let her sons be of good courage; she cannot be far from prosperity.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon

#72. They could at least part with love. It was like Tor to make the gesture; her father, for all his kindness, was too proud - or too much a king; and she was too proud, or too bitter, or too young.

Robin McKinley

#73. He put his sister's card in his pocket. He left home for a strange new life and carried her love with him, as he had once before.

Cassandra Clare

#74. The purpose of a short story is ... that the reader shall come away with the satisfactory feeling that a particular insight into human character has been gained, or that his (or her) knowledge of life has been deepened, or that pity, love or sympathy for a human being is awakened.

Lin Yutang

#75. He was lying there on his death bed, and he asked for her as his last wish.
She came with tears in her eyes. He held her hand and said with a smile," I wish I died daily", And then a flat line.

Nishikant

#76. Our belief that a person takes part in an unknown life which his or her love would allow us to enter is, of all that love demands in order to come into being, what it prizes the most, and what makes it care little for the rest.

Marcel Proust

#77. Wesley looked down at her and Nora could barely meet his brown eyes, which bored into her with the fiery love of a guardian angel. God probably had eyes like Wesley's ... anyone who looked into them wanted to immediately apologize for any and all sins ever committed.

Tiffany Reisz

#78. His mind was constantly thinking about her, while he decided to recite a poem that he had written for her long ago. While he narrated, the words conjured memories like ghosts into the room.

Sulaiman Sait

#79. Who should I send for now?"
Using the last of his strength, Sebastian managed to drag her hand up to his mouth. "You," he whispered, holding her fingers to his lips. "Just you.

Lisa Kleypas

#80. The three others whirled for Rowan, and there was nothing he could do to get to that fuse.
To save the queen who held his heart in her scarred hands.

Sarah J. Maas

#81. Bella, I love you, kid, he said in case she could hear. Fear brushed the walls of his chest, circling inside him like a bat in a house. Then he got hold of it. He wanted to get something for her, anything, but he did not want her to feel him let go of her hand.

Thomas Harris

#82. I couldn't have gotten through any of this without you. Through all of it, you've been my support, my anchor. I don't know how one man's shoulders can possibly be so strong."
...
He tilted her face up to his. "With the love I feel for you, bella, I could lift up the world.

Pamela Clare

#83. He caught her arm. "I'm sorry," he whispered. His blue eyes were intent upon hers. "For I will love you the rest of my life.

Heather Graham

#84. It was only that she wanted him to be happy, resenting, however, his inability to be so with things as they were, and never acknowledging that though she did want him to be happy, it was only in her own way and by some plan of hers for him that she truly desired him to be so.

Nella Larsen

#85. The love of a wife to her husband may begin from the supply of her necessities, but afterwards she may love him also for the sweetness of his person; so the soul first loves Christ for salvation but when she is brought to Him and finds what sweetness there is in Him then she loves Him for Himself.

Richard Sibbes

#86. His eyes - those silver eyes that would probably haunt her for the rest of her life - were bright.
"No matter what I have done, I really do love you, Celaena."
The word hit her like a stone to the head. He'd never said that word to her before. Ever.
A long silence fell between them.

Sarah J. Maas

#87. Dickhead. He makes a beeline for Kate, not even seeing the other women who are right in front of him. Tunnel vision. He wants her bad.
Where have I seen the look on his face before? Oh, yeah. In the mirror.

Vi Keeland

#88. But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

Sarah MacLean

#89. His heat warmed her, even as her insides turned to ice.

Katherine McIntyre

#90. He loved her because it was his nature to do so, but there were times when he could not endure her love for him. There were times when it became nothing but pure idiot mystery ...

Flannery O'Connor

#91. But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously.
The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

Philippa Gregory

#92. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. Just the lightest touch of lips, but it took her breath away.
"What was that for?" She said, when she could talk.
He held out his hands to the street and the town. "See, the world didnt explode. I think we can be friends

Kathryn James

#93. Only then, invisible to everyone and with her curtains drawn, did she allow her tears to fall: in love, and for his hurts, and in terrible pride.

Guy Gavriel Kay

#94. Fear accomplishes much in love. The husband of the Middle Ages was loved by his wife for his very severity. The bride of William the Conqueror, having been beaten by him, recognized him by this token for her lord and husband

Jules Michelet

#95. A lover was affectionate and a husband was authoritative. His work was always way more important than his family. His work and his needs were to be accepted as uppermost in every way. She could take leave from her work for one day to take her child to the carnival but he could not.

Anuradha Bhattacharyya

#96. He kept wandering all his life until the day he met her. For the first time, he felt he should stop and never look back again. Everything else seemed worthless. Such was her magic.

Akshay Vasu

#97. The fiery tickle of outrage burned up her throat. "How the hell would you know that when you never gave me a chance?"
Something dark and scorching flickered behind his eyes. "Because no other girl has ever made me want to forget all my own rules for them.

Airicka Phoenix

#98. and in that single moment she felt as though she had seen into his soul and the very heart of the the love he bore for her and their children

Catrin Collier

#99. 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

#100. Man is lucky when he gets a girl for whom he is his first love
AND
a girl is lucky when she gets a man for whom whom she is her last love ...

Palash