Top 100 She Loved Him Quotes
#1. Sometimes she wondered if she only loved him when it was cold, in the middle of winter when everything was dead. -
Brit Bennett
#2. 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
#3. She has been trying to pull her worth from him for so long. She has been trying to extract her beauty from his skin. She has been dying to be loved by him again ... but he will always leave her empty
Coco J. Ginger
#4. The worse things got, the more she loved him, the more certain she was that somehow they could handle the days ahead.
Karen Kingsbury
#5. 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
#6. 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
#7. 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
#8. 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
#9. 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
#10. 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
#11. 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
#12. Never had she so honestly felt that she could have loved him, as now, when all love must be vain.
Seth Grahame-Smith
#13. 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
#14. If I truly loved him, she said, I would let him go.
I wish I loved him enough.
Michelle Hodkin
#15. 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
#16. She loved him. She really did. And he knew it. and you can't leave a thing like that.
John Steinbeck
#17. She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all
Rick Yancey
#18. 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
#19. 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
#20. 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
#21. My vampire loved pleasing him, just as much as she loved teasing him.
Alaska Angelini
#22. You once said you loved me. Do you still?"
My sister is watching this exchange between us. She smiles warmly at me, giving me the strength to tell him the truth. "I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you. I couldn't.
Simone Elkeles
#23. [S]he'd realized that he had loved her only because she belonged to him.
Lauren Oliver
#24. 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
#25. Hugo, child, have I ever said that I loved you? Do you know that your fists are clenched? You aren't going to strike me-' She had smiled. Then he had burst into tears. He had never mentioned love either, but it had not occurred to him that it might not be identical with what they had enjoyed.
Glenway Wescott
#26. 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
#27. 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
#28. Emily Klein doesn't know she has killed him until the day of his funeral. Her loved ones, including, of course, her husband, are all at the church rather than at her bedside. That explains why there are no familiar faces around her this time when she regains consciousness. The
Diane Jeffrey
#29. 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
#30. How could she remain angry with him, this man whom she loved so much?
Sarah Price
#31. He loved her. He'd said it, and even though she couldn't quite believe it, she believed *him*.
Julia Quinn
#32. 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
#33. 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
#34. She had tried to be loved by him; more important, she had tried to keep loving him, but in the end, one was impossible as the other.
Kristin Hannah
#35. 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
#36. 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
#37. 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
#38. 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
#39. 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
#40. Maybe this is why Misty loved him. Loved you. Because you believed in her so much more than she did. You expected more from her than she did from herself.
Chuck Palahniuk
#41. 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
#42. 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
#43. She heard the trace of fear in his voice. The fear that a small boy must have felt when every woman he loved had disappeared from his life, swept away by a merciless fever. She didn't know how to reassure him, or how to console his long-ago grief.
Lisa Kleypas
#44. 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
#45. 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
#46. 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
#47. 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
#48. 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
#49. 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
#50. 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
#51. She loved him, the way the she should love Julian: Uncle Arthur would have called it philia, friendship love.
Cassandra Clare
#52. 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
#53. When his wife was at his side, she was also in front of him, marking out the horizon of his life. Now the horizon is empty: the view has changed.
Milan Kundera
#54. 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
#55. 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
#56. 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
#57. 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
#58. 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
#59. 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
#60. 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
#61. 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
#62. He leaned against the writing desk and stayed there till nightfall, lost in sorrowful thoughts. After all, she had loved him.
Gustave Flaubert
#63. 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
#64. 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
#65. 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
#66. Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.
Cassandra Clare
#67. 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
#68. 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
#69. So she loved him. She just did immediately and again often and clearly naturally and soundly and obviously and many others.
Daniel Handler
#70. 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
#71. 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
#72. 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
#73. That he loved her was his life's greatest grace - that she loved him was a burden and mystery beyond compare.
Rosalind Miles
#74. She was not sure if she would want him to have known; we do not always wish for those for whom we long to know that we long for them, especially if the longing is impossible, or inappropriate ... to be loved by the unlovable was not something that most people could cope with.
Alexander McCall Smith
#75. 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
#76. Part of her - unreasonable Anna- still loved him. Maybe she would never stop loving him.
Antonia Michaelis
#77. 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
#78. 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
#79. 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
#80. 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
#81. what was she like? she loved him, really loved him then, for an instant. this, this was easier.
Elizabeth Noble
#83. Even if she loved him with all her heart, it would still be the love of a dead woman.
Jean-Paul Sartre
#84. (His heart clenched as she made a kissing noise to him then handed the phone back to Vane. Gods, how he loved that woman.)
Ahh, Tally, me lub you too. (Vane)
Shut up, crotch-sniffer. You're not allowed to make lovey noises at me, only my honey is. (Talon)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#85. 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
#86. Happiest day of my life when my dad made him human. (Devyn)
Happy for you, bonebag ... It cost me my girlfriend. (Vik)
It was a lamp, Vik, not a girlfriend. (Devyn)
I really loved that lamp. She lit up my entire world. (Vik)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#87. She thought she loved him. She was crazy.
V.S. Carnes
#88. He loved that she made him something he never thought he'd been capable of being. Someone who stayed.
Sarah Addison Allen
#89. 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
#90. 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
#91. 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
#92. At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?
Markus Zusak
#93. 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
#94. 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
#95. 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
#96. She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life.
Jodi Picoult
#97. 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
#98. 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
#99. The father who went off to war was not the one who came home. She had tried to be loved by him; more important, she had tried to keep loving him, but in the end, one was as impossible as the other.
Kristin Hannah
#100. 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
