Top 100 She Was Loved Quotes
#1. I used to sleep the sleep of someone who knew she was loved. Now, I didn't.
Kristen Ashley
#2. Maybe she wasn't loved widely, but she was loved deeply. Isn't that more than most of us get?
John Green
#3. She was loved deeply, but not widely
John Green
#4. No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.
Markus Zusak
#5. People will say it's sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it's not sad, Van Houten. It's triumphant. It's heroic. Isn't that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm.
John Green
#6. Octavia Butler often described herself as an outsider, but within science fiction, she was loved as an insider, someone who was a fan first and came to S.F. writing as an enthusiastic reader.
Karen Joy Fowler
#8. It was loneliness and insecurity that had brought Claudia to the chaos of madness. It was community, love, and friendship that finally brought her inner peace. This movement from chaos to inner peace, from self - hate to self - trust, began when Claudia realized that she was loved.
Jean Vanier
#9. She wanted someone to reach down and see her and think she was worthy of saving. Not because she was more special than anyone else. But just because she needed to know she was loved.
Christy Barritt
#11. Sometimes she wondered if she only loved him when it was cold, in the middle of winter when everything was dead. -
Brit Bennett
#12. 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
#13. Eleanor Roosevelt never thought that she was attractive. She never thought that she was really sufficiently appealing. And I think her whole life was a response to her effort to get her mother to pay attention to her, to love her, and to love her as much as she loved her brothers.
Blanche Wiesen Cook
#14. She left me alone in the riddle. I needed her because I loved her - or I loved her because I needed her. Why had the feelings turned to a maze? Now I was lost in the dark.
M. Pierce
#15. The worse things got, the more she loved him, the more certain she was that somehow they could handle the days ahead.
Karen Kingsbury
#16. She already loved me too much to see me as I was.
Andre Gide
#17. It was a shrine. Josie hadn't thought to do that. She had no shrine, no candles. She only knew how to kill the thing she loved
Janet Fitch
#18. The simple fact was, he loved her. Loved her with every breath in his body, every cell in his blood, every bone and organ he possessed. He loved her to the depths of his very soul. Had only taken five minutes after she'd walked away to realize it. She
Gena Showalter
#19. 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
#20. He was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles.
Well, no, in truth she loved them.
Provided, of course, that she solved them.
Julia Quinn
#21. Losing something she loved had ripped her open in a way she had not expected. The pain hurt, but the pain was right. The Order had wrought a galaxy in which good capitulated to evil, where human feelings - Aryn's feelings - were crushed under the weight of Jedi nonattachment.
Paul S. Kemp
#22. [She] knew that it was not precisely a body that one loved. One loved the man who shone out through the eyes and used its mouth to smile and speak.
Louis De Bernieres
#23. Everyone loved her, but her greatest sorrow was that she could find no one to love in return, since all the men were much too stupid and ugly to mate with one so beautiful and wise.
L. Frank Baum
#24. She was passionate about knitting because it allowed her to reach a state of peacefulness, and she loved to embroider because it let her express her creativity. Both activities were liberating. They allowed her to exist outside of time.
Laura Esquivel
#25. I guess the first big name I worked with was Sissy Spacek, and that was really interesting just because she's so incredible and I learned so much from just watching her. But she's also so unassuming that I loved working with her. It wasn't like working with a star, it was Sissy. Not a big deal.
Alison Pill
#26. I guess I'll wake up tomorrow and find I'm not in Kansas anymore."
"You're from Kansas?" Most of Kansas was not a lion fae territory. She'd heard the cobra fae loved to go there, however.
Terry Spear
#27. I didn't know for sure whether Miss Sarah's feelings came from love or guilt. I didn't know whether mine came from love or a need to be safe. She loved me and pitied me. And I loved her and used her. It never was a simple thing.
Sue Monk Kidd
#28. When I told my mom I was going to audition for 'The Hobbit,' she said, 'Well, you've always loved Tolkien.' And she was right.
Richard C. Armitage
#29. She and my uncle were very sociable and would have a lot of people over at night to play cards or whatever. The high spot of those evenings was when we kids got dressed up to do a skit or something to amuse the guests. I loved it.
Louise Fletcher
#30. She was another world to me; she and the regular world stood side by side and made two worlds. I loved them both.
Jim Woodring
#31. It is strange," Mr. Willoughby said, and the air of reflection in his voice was echoed exactly by Jamie's, "but it was my joy of women that Second Wife saw and loved in my words. Yet by desiring to possess me - and my poems - she would have forever destroyed what she admired." Mr.
Diana Gabaldon
#32. But will he come I just want to know what you think the odds are. Tell me what you really think." "I think Tibby was a wise girl. I think she loved you.
Ann Brashares
#33. Her house was the heavy (but not indefinitely heavy) and sturdy (but not everlasting) God that she'd loved and served and been sustained by.
Jonathan Franzen
#34. Rowan knew it was now possible to look directly at Zandra, Zandra the Princess of Jupiter, the one he had loved all his life. He reached out to take her hand. True, he was covered all over with scars and scratches and stitches, but then, in a way, so was she. The end.
Phoebe Stone
#35. 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
#36. to myself as I glanced over at her thick ass lying naked next to me. I was so in love with her smooth cocoa skin and that fat ghetto ass. She had me hypnotized by her big brown eyes... that long black hair...and her smell!!! Damn my bitch was fine and I loved the shit out of her, but
Niki Jilvontae
#37. My mother was always deeply attracted to anything medical, and I think she would have loved me to have been a doctor. My father was in the army for 21 years, came out just before I was born. There was no history of showbusiness on either side of the family, but they were completely supportive.
Lindsay Duncan
#38. It wasn't normal, it was quite far from normal, but they were hers and she loved everything about them.
Vicky Pattison
#39. I'm not sure what it was or where she sprayed it, but her scent will be the end of the life I loved. And I will find comfort in the simpleness of sitting with her on a Saturday afternoon with nothing else to do.
Darnell Lamont Walker
#40. She'd known it her whole life. It was the one thing she was certain of. That someday, everyone she loved would die. Everything she loved would crumble to ruin. It was the price of life. It was the price of love. It was the only ending for every true story.
Martha Brockenbrough
#42. She was the sort of parent you would want to have living close by, but only on the grounds that she would then never come to stay. I loved her dearly, but in small doses.
Jasper Fforde
#43. But what do you think, my lady?'
'I think that she must be cruel if she wants to be loved,' Gertrude explained. ' For once a lady succumbs to the man's desire, he rejects her as unworthy of it.'...Was love like a hunger, easily satisfied by feeding? Or did it grow by what it fed on?
Lisa Klein
#44. This was how she saw the world. It could take from her in a moment everything she loved. It could deny her anything she wanted. The world had granted me almost my every wish, and none more precious to me than this one. The world had granted her only this.
Catherine M. Wilson
#45. It felt so wonderful that she concluded that the existence of her clitoris was proof positive that God loved her.
Dossie Easton
#46. We talked of love, and all we said would fill a book thicker than this. Yet all we said was only this: that I loved her and she loved me, and we had waited long and long, would be parted no longer.
Gene Wolfe
#47. But what I did know was that I loved a girl. And I knew I loved her in a way I'd never, ever recover from. I knew I loved her to the very core of myself. And I knew she loved me back.
Mia Sheridan
#48. Jesus, he loved her.
She wasn't a dream come true.
She was a fucking fantasy come to life.
Kristen Ashley
#49. She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
D.H. Lawrence
#50. When I replied that I loved her too in that way, I was the liar, not she, for I never lose the consciousness of time: to me the present is never here: it is always last year or next week.
Graham Greene
#51. I loved Cookie [Mueller]. She was a much better writer than actress. She shouldn't have stuck with me in the beginning; she should have immediately become a writer. She would have had more of a chance.
John Waters
#52. The loss of her parents was an echo now. She hadn't stopped missing them and figured she never would. It was just that it was no longer a pain she ran from, but a lesson in how love morphs with loss and what you remember of those you loved.
J.H. Croix
#53. And finally she had sobbed the only truth there was into her mother's shoulder, the only explanation: the Tucks were her friends. She had done it because - in spite of everything, she loved them.
Natalie Babbitt
#54. More talk of love would lead to the difficulties surrounding ... Oh, God, he loved her, he did, she did, they did, it was.
It was.
Louisa Young
#55. Aleks was beginning to see a pattern here. Rebecca never felt something just a little bit. What she felt she felt with her entire being. When she loved, she loved completely.
Alanea Alder
#56. That morning, lying with the woman I loved, a silent promise was formed in my head. I was going to be a better man for her, someone she deserved. No more flying off the handle. No more temper tantrums, or violent outbursts.
Jamie McGuire
#57. In spite of their love, they had made each other's life a hell. The fact that they loved each other was merely proof that the fault lay not in themselves, in their behavior or inconstancy of feeling, but rather in their incompatibility: he was strong and she was weak.
Milan Kundera
#58. How beautiful it was
and how she loved beauty! She had always felt that her sensibility in this direction made up for certain obtuseness of feeling of which she was less proud.
Edith Wharton
#59. Fallon and I were a lot like them. Only I didn't love her, and she didn't love me. I was infatuated with her once - and loved that she let me take my pubescent urges out on her - but we weren't in love.
Penelope Douglas
#60. She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that's love.
Jonathan Safran Foer
#61. She was my wife. My most valuable possession; I treasured her. But I loved her slutty and dirty, too. A sexual object for my pleasure. The one woman who could silence the memories in my head and set me free.
Sylvia Day
#62. They feared her [the dream beloved], knowing that, being impossible, she was irresistable, and that was why the king loved her best.
Salman Rushdie
#63. I knew Chloe LOVED to read, but I was in the middle of a MAJOR life crisis! For once, couldn't she just try focusing on ME instead of her stupid book characters?! Then
Rachel Renee Russell
#64. The familiar (if loud) churn of the engine made it hard to talk, especially with the windows open (the air-conditioning didn't work), but the day was warm and they blasted the music and sang along. Nessa loved singing at full volume. She couldn't carry a tune, but with Bree it didn't matter.
C.D. Bell
#65. The first time he'd laid eyes on Renee's sister he'd been hooked. Hooked on her scent. The sound of her voice. Her prickly demeanor. Oh how he loved that she could be so bitchy. She was a woman who would brook no bullshit, though he had the feeling she hadn't always been so.
Lauren Dane
#66. Ruth Bracket's arms moved backward and forward in rhythmic motion. She was rowing, yet no sound came from her oarlocks. Oars and oarlocks were padded. She liked it best that way. Why? Mystery - that magic word "mystery." How she loved it!
Mildred A. Wirt
#67. I know there was nothing anyone could do. But they were taking away an 86-year-old grandmother to a horrible death, and the village where she had lived all her life, where everybody loved her, had just looked on. The only thing that anyone had had to say was, 'Mrs. Bloch, don't be afraid ...
Heda Margolius Kovaly
#68. Among a thousand other things, she loved Alex for his easy use of we. His willing, unconscious way of taking an oar at the galley of your problem, even if it was just to listen. Even if both of you knew he couldn't do jack shit to help, he made it about us and made you feel less alone. "I
Suanne Laqueur
#69. God, the hardest thing he'd ever done in his life was giving up what he wanted so that the woman he
loved could get what she needed.
Bella Andre
#70. was thinking hard about something. He loved her intelligence. He told her that she was wasted in teaching, that she should be out there doing something for herself.
Sheila O'Flanagan
#71. How she loved you, her bubeleh, her boychik, her darling, but there was something cloying in that love, something theatrical and selfish, and you knew it and, as soon as you were big enough, you kept her at a safe distance.
Siri Hustvedt
#72. She was a woman, a traitor, and a killer. Males and females wanted her. But I was the only one who ever could have loved her.
Denis Johnson
#73. And she was attractive. She had an unusual mixture of innocence and individuality. A man who loved her might waken all kinds of passions in her, and high among them would be loyalty.
Anne Perry
#74. When Jess had Tanzie, young and daft as she had been, she'd had enough wisdom to know she was going to tell her how much she loved her every day. She would hug her and wipe her tears and flop with her on the sofa with their legs entwined like spaghetti. She would cocoon her in love.
Jojo Moyes
#75. She'd always hated that. People who thought they knew her, who loved to tell her who she was and what she wanted, who swore they knew better than her own inner heart when she said No. No, that's not me at all.
Cole McCade
#76. I fucking loved that girl, Sky. I need to believe that what she did was the only answer she had left, because if I don't, then I'll never forgive myself for not helping her find a different one.
Colleen Hoover
#77. 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
#78. They were moments when she was suddenly reminded of her child, and perhaps also of the man she had loved; the breaking of links with the past is a painful thing.
Victor Hugo
#79. 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
#80. She was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.
Cassandra Clare
#81. She was enchanting. He loved the notes she wrote in her pretty handwriting, the way she smelled, like oranges and dough, the savage blackness of her hair.
Sarah Addison Allen
#82. Really she was just like everyone else, she wanted to love someone. Even better if they loved you in return. She was considering getting a cat. She didn't really like cats though. That might be a bit of a problem. Quite liked dogs.
Kate Atkinson
#83. 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
#84. I mean, without the antagonist, there would be no story! It'd be like: 'Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to be loved, so she met a prince and got married and lived Happily Ever After, The End'? That's not a story; that's a bumper sticker.
Shannon Hale
#85. I loved a lass, a fair one,As fair as e'er was seen;She was indeed a rare one,Another Sheba queen:But, fool as then I was,I thought she loved me too:But now, alas! she's left me,Falero, lero, loo!
George Wither
#86. Therese had read about that special pleasure people got from the fact that someone they loved was attractive in the eyes of other people, too. She simply didn't have it.
Patricia Highsmith
#87. Lila shook her head skeptically. She was trying to understand, we were both trying to understand, and understanding was something that we loved to do.
Elena Ferrante
#88. My mother was a very big inspiration. She loved fashion. I loved art in school, and I was very good at drawing. I could sit at the table forever and just dream up collections and draw.
Nina Garcia
#89. I worked on this Showtime series called 'Beggars and Choosers,' this was like 2000, and Bea Arthur guest-starred on our show. I always loved 'The Golden Girls,' and thought she was a supreme comedy actress, supreme actress period.
Sherri Saum
#90. The swamp had sent back the soul of her loved dead and put it into the body of the daughter she resented, and it was almost more than she could endure and live.
Gene Stratton-Porter
#91. I'll tell her about Tia. I'll tell her how beautiful she was and how brave. And I'll tell her the most important thing of all: that her mother loved her better than her life.
Glenda Millard
#92. That was how she said goodbye to the world. To the people she loved. She was going to leave this earth the same way her mother had. With all the grace of the old world. The old, dying world.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#93. Lucille always loved a strong breeze. She said it was nature's way of blowing away our sorrows.'
Just then another gust of wind whipped around us. Aunt Tootie smiled. I smiled too.
Beth Hoffman
#94. She'd never spoken to anyone before of this business of being seen, loved for who she was; to have it voiced by this man she'd just met sent chills down her spine.
Colleen Chen
#95. I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin - if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.
Francesca Lia Block
#96. Maybe there was a place where the people were safe, where Archer and his kin had carved out a place free from danger. Or maybe the dark magic her father had feared had consumed them all, and turned the only boy she'd ever loved into a monster beyond reckoning.
Anonymous
#97. 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
#98. She wanted to live, and live fully, and to give life, she who loved life! What was the good of existing, if you couldn't give yourself?
Emile Zola
#99. There was Isola in a mad hat and a purple shawl pinned with a glittering brooch. She was smiling fixedly in the wrong direction and I loved her instantly.
Mary Ann Shaffer
#100. My mother would have loved this girl. Too bad she was just a dream
Colleen Hoover
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