Top 100 She Loved Quotes
#1. Margaret was not a ready lover, but where she loved she loved passionately, and with no small degree of jealousy.
Elizabeth Gaskell
#2. 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
#3. Maybe it was the absence of thought that she loved about being out there, the world narrowing to just the pounding of the waves as the water moved in and out.
Sarah Dessen
#4. It was a fine thing indeed, Luna thought, being eleven. She loved the symmetry of it, and the lack of symmetry. Eleven was a number that was visually even, but functionally not - it looked one way and behaved in quite another. Just like most eleven-year-olds, or so she assumed.
Kelly Barnhill
#5. She loved you."
"As much as a girl of eighteen can love her thirty-one-year-old teacher. At the time, I simply assumed she cared only for her writing."
"Eighteen means she couldn't buy booze in the States. It doesn't mean she couldn't love you.
Tiffany Reisz
#6. She left WCF and stepped into the still, chilly air. She loved walking and didn't even mind the cold that much - though she still missed sunny, temperate So-Cal.
Allison Brennan
#7. She loved the dry, crackling heat, the way the sky at sunset looked like a sheet of fire, and the overwhelming emptiness and severity of all that open land that had once been a huge ocean bed.
pg. 21
Jeannette Walls
#8. 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
#9. 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
#10. The kind of cry a woman gave when a man conquered her and she realized she loved it.
Tessa Bailey
#11. That wonderful, terrible night when her mother died and her whole world had been destroyed, when she realized she loved Kai and her whole world had been created anew.
Diana Peterfreund
#12. 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
#13. She loved this man. This wonderful, respectiful, willful man. And she couldn't even tell him.
Justine Dell
#14. A spark of fiery hunger shot through her as he took over, completely dominating the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. His hand slid back and cupped her head in that way she loved. Craved.
Katie Reus
#15. Like many other simple-hearted souls, it was her pet vanity to believe she was endowed with a talent for dark and mysterious diplomacy, and she loved to contemplate her most transparent devices as marvels of low cunning. Said
Mark Twain
#16. She loved him not only in spite of but because he himself was incapable of love.
William Faulkner
#17. She loved so much misteries tha she became one
John Green
#18. Forget-me-nots... She loved those flowers more than any other in their big beautiful garden or in the whole wide world for that matter. They were sky blue, just like his eyes, they held a promise... Forget me not.
Melanie Sargsian
#19. I tried to cheer her up. We watched movies in bed. I sang to her even - though I sang like shit. And when she was too tired to read ... I read to her. Her stupid historical romance books. About dukes and London and far away kingdoms that no longer existed in society. She loved it. So I loved it.
Rachel Van Dyken
#20. Candace nodded a little too hard. She loved making her ponytail swing.
Lisi Harrison
#21. She'd wanted that, a grandfather. Someone who would stay. Michel had an eyetooth that turned sideways and she loved it more than anything else in the world. But someone wasn't yours because you loved a tooth.
Erika Swyler
#22. We weren't going to last, not as a couple. Not as lovers or sinners. She loved me. I owned her.
C.D. Reiss
#23. What she loved most about America, Eilis thought on these mornings, was how the heating was kept on all night.
Colm Toibin
#24. 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
#25. I give up," Baz whined. "I'm going to go drown myself in the moat. Tell my mother I always knew she loved me best.
Rainbow Rowell
#26. She'd become an English major for the purest and dullest of reasons: because she loved to read.
Jeffrey Eugenides
#27. At first Lissar merely ran away; away from the yellow city, away from the prince whom she loved with both halves of her broken heart.
Robin McKinley
#28. Dixie Carter was a goddess. The kind of wife and mother that every mother hopes their daughter will become and the kind of friend that is absolutely irreplaceable. She loved fiercely and was adored in return.
Annie Potts
#29. She loved herself, and her body's resistance to all those poisons was the exact measure of how indestructibly young and beautiful she felt she was.
James Meek
#30. She loved to spend rainy afternoons lost in thought, her hand daydreaming beneath the fabric of her floral panties.
Michael Faudet
#31. most beautiful, magic time of the whole year. Her parents loved her, and she loved them,
Beverly Cleary
#32. She loved her daughter, the blessing of a good book, a glass of wine after the day's wave of vanity had passed.
Tim Farrington
#33. I always feel sad for the girl that I was, because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me. She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did. She tended to me. She administrated me.
Gillian Flynn
#34. 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
#35. She'd realize Steve was her soul mate and that she would never love anyone as much as she loved him.
Meg Cabot
#36. Did she love him as much as she hated him? Did she hate him as much as she loved him?
Liane Moriarty
#37. She did not know how to explain what happened, how everything has changed in just one day, how someone she loved so dearly could be there one minute, and the next minute: gone.
Celeste Ng
#38. She claimed she loved the camera, its warmth, its familiarity. She responded to its naked glare, its slavish attention to every expression of her face and body, with the kind of immediacy a trusted lover could expect.
Anne Edwards
#39. 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
#40. Many years before, she had read, and recognized as true, the words of W. B. Yeats: 'A Pity beyond all telling is hit at the heart of love'. She had smiled over the poem, and stroked the page, because she had known both that she loved Colin, and that compassion formed a huge part of her love.
J.K. Rowling
#41. 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
#42. She told me she loved him." "Well, girls always love assholes," said Platt, not bothering to dispute this. "Haven't you noticed?
Donna Tartt
#43. Night had come - night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.
Virginia Woolf
#44. My mother was a phoenix who always expected to rise from the ashes of her latest disaster. She loved being Judy Garland.
Lorna Luft
#45. The ocean was the best place, of course. That was what she loved most. It was a feeling of freedom like no other, and yet a feeling of communion with all the other places and creatures the water touched.
Ann Brashares
#46. When Joan D' Arc was asked by her judges why as a Christian she did not love the British, she answered that she did love them, but she loved British in their country. In the same way, we do not hate the Turks, we love them, but in their country.
Jean-Marie Le Pen
#47. She worked to live; then, also to live, for the heart too has its hunger, she loved.
Victor Hugo
#48. We could smell each other's shampoo and the laundry detergents we had chosen and I smelled that she didn't smoke but someone she loved did[...]
Miranda July
#50. 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
#51. Now I am more nearly a grown member of the human race..she thought she had never before had a chance to realize the strength human beings have, to endure;she loved and revered all those who had ever suffered, even those who had failed to endure
James Agee
#52. They were going to drag the boy she loved into the clearing, point a gun at the kindest, bravest person she'd ever met, and end his life with the twitch of a finger.
Kass Morgan
#53. She ran into the early-October afternoon. The light came at a low slant through the oaks across the street, gold and green, and how she loved that light. There was no light in the world like you saw in New England in early fall.
Joe Hill
#54. A rebel she was, but not of the kind he understood - a rebel who desired, not a wider dwelling-room, but equality beside the man she loved.
E. M. Forster
#55. Even at the age of eight she would fall asleep by pressing one hand into the other and making believe she was holding the hand of the man whom she loved, the man of her life. So if in her sleep she pressed Tomas hand with such tenacity, we can understand why: she had been training since childhood.
Milan Kundera
#56. That 'creature,' that 'woman of loose behaviour' is perhaps holier than you are yourselves, you monks who are seeking salvation! She fell perhaps in her youth, ruined by her environment. But she loved much and Christ himself forgave the woman 'who loved much.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#57. 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
#58. The thing I felt most clearly, when the first corner was turned, was that I had escaped. Obscurer, but no less strong, was the feeling that she loved me more than I loved her, and that consequently I had in some indefinable way won.
John Fowles
#59. That is disgusting, and I will never kiss you again." "Yes, you will," he said, and proved by pressing his lips to hers. She wanted to squirm away, just to prove the point but God, she loved kissing him.
Rachel Caine
#60. I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me.
Humphrey Bogart
#61. He leaned down to her ear and purred. Damn but she loved when he purred.
Shelly Laurenston
#62. It was fortunate she loved him because he really was an idiot.
Jen Turano
#63. I sang her a soft song, and she gave me a hug, and when she told me she loved me, my heart ached.
Staci Hart
#64. 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
#65. She loved him with too clear a vision to fear his cloudiness
E. M. Forster
#66. We were saving, saving, saving then going to France and blowing the money eating. She was a nurse and had never experienced fine dining but she loved it, too. Our mates thought it absurd.
Heston Blumenthal
#67. 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
#68. She honestly could not tell if she loved London or loathed it. For she could not decide for herself what London was at all.
Miranda Emmerson
#69. If Wayne needed a punching bag, Vic was ready to take the hits. It would be a way of making amends.
How she loved that word. She liked that it almost sounded like "amen".
Joe Hill
#70. Adelaide could not stop thinking about Blazing Night. How much she loved to play with her. How often her games and tournaments were the most enjoyable of all games in the Land of Games. Did she also like playing? When would they play again?
J.M.K. Walkow
#71. She drove with the throttle to the floor and took the curves sliding and screeching and without expression. That was class. If she loved like she drove it was going to be a hell of a night.
Charles Bukowski
#72. 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
#74. 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
#75. 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
#76. Jake stayed right next to her, his hold at once protective and possessive. There was no doubt in her mind that she loved this man. "How did you get it?" She didn't
Kaylea Cross
#78. Bob Fosse and Gwen Verdon intimidated us all because she walked in and was going to be the dance captain. She was a great star, but she loved that kind of work as his assistant.
Donna McKechnie
#79. She had fallen in love with him twice. She loved him now with both loves, so overpowering it was almost unbearable.
Laini Taylor
#80. Every flower seems to burn by itself, softly, purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!
Virginia Woolf
#81. Why did Hannah marry Teddy? Not because she loved him, but because she was prepared to love him.
Kate Morton
#82. The shape she loved was a triangle. Always black. Mauma put black triangles on about every quilt she sewed.
Sue Monk Kidd
#83. How smug I was, telling Theo how hard we tried to do right by the other selves we visit. I'm so full of it. I took more than this Marguerite's only night with the man she loved; I took away her choices.
Claudia Gray
#84. What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me.
Erich Segal
#86. Oh her deathbed, when her hands could no longer weave or paint or mold clay, she'd told stories and filled them with the colors she loved.
Veronica Rossi
#88. 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
#89. She discarded whole chunks of life that obsessed other people. She didn't torture people she loved, nor did she hunger for them. She kept it simple.
Ann Brashares
#90. Oh, she loved weddings and longed for the day she would have her own. The day when she would be kissed like that by a man who wouldn't leave her, a man who would promise to love her, to make it his mission to worship and cherish her for the rest of his life.
J.B. McGee
#91. Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Pablo Neruda
#92. 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
#93. Cassie - She loved reading romances - contemporary stuff. She wasn't into fantasy. No fairytale princess and prince stories. No vampires. No werewolves. No immortal fae.
Terry Spear
#94. 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
#95. My whole belief in life was based on the fact that [she] loved me.
Agatha Christie
#96. 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
#97. My dad loved the shit out of her and hardly ever knew what to say to her and she loved the shit out right back out of him and filled the silent part of their lives with books and coffee and other things.
Miriam Toews
#98. Thrilled with the knowledge that she loved me, it took me a moment to realize that she was angry. I found her tantrum irresistible. #Ren
Colleen Houck
#99. She loved the sea only for the sake of its storms, and the green fields only when broken up by ruins.
Gustave Flaubert
#100. What did it mean, that the two people she loved best in the world hated each other? It was the sides of herself, irreconcilable.
Janet Fitch
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