Top 100 She Loved Him Quotes
#1. The worse things got, the more she loved him, the more certain she was that somehow they could handle the days ahead.
Karen Kingsbury
#2. 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
#3. 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
#4. 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
#5. 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
#6. She loved him. She really did. And he knew it. and you can't leave a thing like that.
John Steinbeck
#7. 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
#8. 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
#9. 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
#10. 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
#11. All she could think of was that
she loved him--everything about
him, from the proud lift of his
gold head to his slender dark
boots, loved his laughter even when
it mystified her, loved his
bewildering silences.
Margaret Mitchell
#12. 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
#13. Clare knew that she loved him - every curve of her form showed that - but he did not know at that time the full depth of her devotion, its single-mindedness, its meekness; what long-suffering it guaranteed, what honesty, what endurance, what good faith.
Thomas Hardy
#14. 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
#15. 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
#16. She loved him, the way the she should love Julian: Uncle Arthur would have called it philia, friendship love.
Cassandra Clare
#17. The only language she could speak was grief. How could he not know that?
Instead, she said, "I love you." She did. She loved him. But even that didn't feel like anything anymore.
Ann Hood
#18. 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
#19. Her relationship with Jason was suddenly the most precious thing in the world to her; in that moment she loved him with all the remorseful passion that only a guilty heart could muster. From
Sam West
#20. She loved him. It was a pale description of how she felt, but she could find no other words. To watch him, to hear him, to simply be in the same space with him made her heart sing.
Leona Blair
#21. 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
#22. 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
#23. She loved him, even though it was so hard to love anybody else after loving my dad. I think I knew this before she did.
Margaret McMullan
#24. 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
#25. So she loved him. She just did immediately and again often and clearly naturally and soundly and obviously and many others.
Daniel Handler
#26. 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
#27. That he loved her was his life's greatest grace - that she loved him was a burden and mystery beyond compare.
Rosalind Miles
#28. He knew she loved him in that moment. Gabe never wanted to be part of the holy fight, but now he was, he was not about to lose.
Wendy Owens
#29. 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
#30. How strange it was to think that he, who such a short time ago dared not believe in the happiness of her loving him, now felt unhappy because she loved him too much!
Leo Tolstoy
#31. what was she like? she loved him, really loved him then, for an instant. this, this was easier.
Elizabeth Noble
#32. Even if she loved him with all her heart, it would still be the love of a dead woman.
Jean-Paul Sartre
#33. She thought she loved him. She was crazy.
V.S. Carnes
#34. He was the sort of guy who took a lot without giving her anything back
The more he hurt her the more desperately she loved him. Life's strange. Sometimes things happen almost as if we're punishing ourselves for some fault that we can't really identify.
Guillaume Musso
#35. 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
#36. 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
#37. 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
#38. 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
#39. She loved him. There it was. The thing she'd vowed would never happen. She loved Theo Harp. Not just his body or his face. Not just for sex or companionship. Definitely not for his money. She loved him for who he was. For his beautiful, tortured, kind soul.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips
#40. 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
#41. 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
#42. She loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.
E. M. Forster
#43. 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
#44. 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
#45. 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
#46. 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
#47. 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
#49. It hurt because he knew she loved him; she had told him as much. It just-just not enough...
Melissa De La Cruz
#50. 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
#51. She loved him with too clear a vision to fear his cloudiness
E. M. Forster
#52. 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
#53. 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
#54. 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
#55. 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
#57. She had fallen in love with him twice. She loved him now with both loves, so overpowering it was almost unbearable.
Laini Taylor
#58. Why did Hannah marry Teddy? Not because she loved him, but because she was prepared to love him.
Kate Morton
#59. 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
#60. 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
#61. 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
#62. Time meant nothing.
She loved him in an instant.
She would love him forever.
Ellen Read
#64. She couldn't have him, and there was no mistaking it. She could never be his wife. She could not steal herself back from Randa only to give herself away again- belong to another person, be answerable to another person, build her very being around another person. No matter how she loved him.
Kristin Cashore
#65. It was fortunate she loved him because he really was an idiot.
Jen Turano
#66. Later, Kestrel wished she had spoken then, that no time had been lost. She wished that she'd had the courage that very moment to tell Arin what she'd finally known to be true: that she loved him with the whole of her heart.
Marie Rutkoski
#67. He groaned her name as he bent, his mouth so tender, so exquisitely gentle with hers that tears ran hotly down her cheeks. He was the world, and everything in it. She loved him so.
Diana Palmer
#69. She told me she loved him." "Well, girls always love assholes," said Platt, not bothering to dispute this. "Haven't you noticed?
Donna Tartt
#70. 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
#71. The truth was she did love him. She loved him for the gentle care he gave her roses. For his loving way with animals. For his honesty. For his tender patience with Maggie and, most important, for the joy he brought into her life.
Debbie Macomber
#72. Did she love him as much as she hated him? Did she hate him as much as she loved him?
Liane Moriarty
#73. She'd realize Steve was her soul mate and that she would never love anyone as much as she loved him.
Meg Cabot
#74. She, being human, could not resist the satisfaction of pouring even more poison into her brother's heart by exaggerating the calamity, even though she loved him sincerely and with compassion.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#75. She loved him not only in spite of but because he himself was incapable of love.
William Faulkner
#76. There was still so much unresolved between them, but in this moment, she couldn't bring herself to care about the way their relationship had started, about all the mutual lies and betrayals. In this moment, she knew only that she loved him, that every part of her longed to be with him.
Anna Zaires
#77. How can Sophie hate Josh tonight when Friday morning she loved him?' I ask. What I mean is How can I have had such strong feelings for Ethan when now I don't know what I feel aside from overwhelming mortification?
Erin McCahan
#78. Feelings were not enough. There must be more. There must be trust, respect, honor. All that she longed to give Quillan. A warmth of appreciation filled her. She loved him with something that went beyond feelings.
Kristen Heitzmann
#79. And yet he did not find the happiness he had dreamed of, nor the peace he had so much desired, and she understood him, and loved him for that very reason, that he had found neither happiness nor peace; deep, deep inside her she loved him because he had fled.
Halldor Laxness
#80. She loved him the way one loves an old bridge or a wool sweater or the sound of a growing tulip.
Joseph Fink
#81. She did not love Chris enough to marry him, but she loved him too much to tell him that.
Jodi Picoult
#82. 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
#83. She loved him with a force that could bring tears to her eyes, and the thought of losing him felt like standing on the edge of an endless black pit, about to fall in.
Sarah Addison Allen
#84. She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.
Rumi
#85. That little, twitching, momentary clasp of acknowledgment that she gave him in her satisfaction, roused his pride unconquerable. They loved each other, and all was whole. She loved him, he had taken her, she was given to him. It was right. He was given to her, and they were one, complete.
D.H. Lawrence
#86. But ultimately, he'd been letting go already. Letting go because she loved him. *
Lauren Blakely
#87. Even though he had sacrificed her and cared nothing for her, even though he was callous and unkind, she loved him.
W. Somerset Maugham
#88. Ah," she cried, "you look so cool."
Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.
You always look so cool," she repeated.
She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#89. She wanted him to know that she loved him. That, even if he didn't feel the same way, he was worthy of love.
Jenny Holiday
#90. She took him for granted sometimes. That was the luxury of a long marriage. But she knew that she loved him. She needed him. He was the anchor that kept her from drifting away.
Karin Slaughter
#91. She loved him, though not at this particular moment.
Ian McEwan
#92. That was one of the many reasons she loved him, even if he was an Olympian-sized pain in the podex
Rick Riordan
#93. Then she loved him as she would a manifestation of herself, both silenced and wounded in existence, both everything and nothing to eternity.
E.J. Koh
#94. It was like him, too, to love her and admit to it before he knew if she loved him. Maybe only mortals expected to barter their hearts.
Emma Bull
#95. And then, without forethought or warning, she loved him.
Kris Tualla
#96. She remembers the first night she knew she loved him, the way the fear came rushing in. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart. One day this too will stop, she thought. The no, no, no of it.
Jenny Offill
#97. What did she love Shelley for? His reckless spontaneity
like this. His helpless generous nature
like this. His treatment of her as a reasonable human being and not a trembling little rose
and so on. If she loved him for these things, could she hate him for them? Could she?
Jude Morgan
#98. Her tears were partly tears of happiness, for she felt that the strangeness between them was gone. She loved him now with a new love because he had made her suffer.
W. Somerset Maugham
#99. It's okay," he said. "We're together." He didn't say you're okay, or we're alive. After all they'd been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying that.
Rick Riordan
#100. And when one of her girlfriends asked why she loved him she answered that most men ran away from an inferno. But men like Ove ran into it.
Fredrik Backman
