Why I Love Him Quotes

1. "He was so good and honest. Why couldn't I love him instead?"
Author: Abbi Glines

2. "Nothing, nothing mattered, and I knew why. So did he. Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we're all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers? Couldn't he see, couldn't he see that? Everybody was privileged. There were only privileged people. The others would all be condemned one day. And he would be condemned, too."
Author: Albert Camus

3. "But how am I to get over the ten or twelve days that must yet elapse before they go? Yet why so long for their departure? When they are gone how shall I get through the months or years of my future life, in company with that man -- my greatest enemy -- for none could injure me as he has done? Oh! when I think how fondly, how foolishly I have loved him, how madly I have trusted him, how constantly I have laboured, and studied, and prayed, and struggled for his advantage, and how cruelly he has trampled on my love, betrayed my trust, scorned my prayers and tears, and efforts for his preservation --crushed my hopes, destroyed my youth's best feelings, and doomed me to a life of hopeless misery -- as far as man can do it -- it is not enough to say that I no longer love my husband -- I HATE him! The word stares me in the face like a guilty confession, but it is true: I hate him -- I hate him! -- but God have mercy on his miserable soul!"
Author: Anne Brontë

4. "I won't marry you.""Of course you will," he said. "Why wouldn't you? You followed me around like a puppy dog all those years ago, which was pure misery, because I wanted nothing more than to toss you down in the straw and despoil you, and you were too damned young. Back then I had scruples. Fortunantly, nowadays I have none.""Then why do you want to marry me?" She said, shoving her hair away from her face."I have no idea." He said idly. "I expect I love you. Nothing else could account for such bizarre behavior on my part. I expect the captain of the packet ship can perform a ceremony. Are you ready?"She didn't move. She couldn't marry him, and she needed shoes, and she wasn't sure which was the most important to argue about."
Author: Anne Stuart

5. "I'm a superior foot massager,' Mr. Jensen said [to Mother]. 'Later, I'll show you my license.' He laughed, and his eyes glinted. I looked from them up into the eyes of the portrait, into Sir Baldwin's eyes. Baldy wasn't smiling, but it seemed to me that the glint in his eyes was the same as the glint in Mr. Jensen's. Mr. Jensen was generous and good-natured. Sir Baldwin was cruel and arrogant. But the glint in their eyes was the same. 'Be careful,' I said suddenly to Mr. Jensen. 'Be careful or Baldy will get you.'The glint faded and was replaced by a look of concern. 'Baldy?' Mr. Jensen asked.'Sir Baldwin MacClough,' I said. 'The man in the painting.''But why would he want to get me?' Mr. Jensen asked, humoring me.'Mother's in love with him,' I said. 'He looks to me to be a jealous type."
Author: Barbara Cohen

6. "'I think that's why his asking me to pull the plug hurt so much. He kept saying if I really loved him, I should have been able to do it. And I thought, if he really loved me, he would never have asked.'"
Author: Barbara Elsborg

7. "So why did you come over?" I said to Max. He turned around and started walking backward. He spread his arms out wide. "For love!" He had to jerk his hands back in when they got too close to the flames.Cole broke out in spasms of laughter."What is it?"Cole looked at me. "I brought him over. Ages ago."
Author: Brodi Ashton

8. "Traveled so far, and not yet have they come across anything of interest, he mused, except, of course, for that nest of goblins I managed to stir up. Indeed, his brother had always been a valiant fool; why not give him some excitement?He always did possess a love for a good fight, and who am I to deny him?The glass sphere, responding to his thoughts, zoomed in on the mountain nearby where Shrukian camped, and by putting both his hands on the sphere's sides and closing his eyes, Pharun could all but smell the power that radiated from its depths. He could taste it on the back of his tongue, and it awake all sorts of things inside of him. The power tasted of death and ash, and it was scalding hot, pouring down his throat like blood of the freshly dead. He did not need further searching to know what kind of power he was sampling.He smiled to himself, and it came out a satisfied smirk."
Author: C.N. Faust

9. "Why else were individuals created, but that God, loving all infinitely, should love each differently? And this difference, so far from impairing, floods with meaning the love of all blessed creatures for one another, the communion of the saints. If all experienced God in the same way and returned Him an identical worship, the song of the Church triumphant would have no symphony, it would be like an orchestra in which all the instruments played the same note. —from The Problem of Pain"
Author: C.S. Lewis

10. "If a thing is free to be good it is also free to be bad. And free will is what has made evil possible. Why, then, did God give them free will? Because free will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having. A world of automata--of creatures that worked like machines--would hardly be worth creating. The happiness which God designs for His higher creatures is the happiness of being freely, voluntarily united to Him and to each other in an ecstasy of love and delight compared with which the most rapturous love between a man and a woman on this earth is mere milk and water. And for that they must be free."
Author: C.S. Lewis

11. "When you walk, you look like you're trying to disappear.your back is gonna be fucked up.why do you think change is so hard? is it because you're afraid?people might think you're pretty, but they'll never love you.you talk like you're apologizing for your own voice.speak up.grow up.find your spine, stop shrinking.there is nothing brave about keeping silent.how many times have you been in love? I can't picture it ever happening for you.you lie because it makes you feel free. this is a prison.you're always gonna think about him. you will never get him out of your system.I wish I never had to see you again.you poor thing.go to hell.you may be a nice person but you will never be a good person.no one is ever going to want to touch you.is there a vision in your head of who you want to be?you do not have the strength to become her.there is no boat big enough to keep you from drowning in the sea of yourself.go to bed, baby.you are tired from all of this nothing.sleep.rest."
Author: Caitlyn Siehl

12. "Han stroked her hair, shifting his body under her. "Why? What are you afraid of? Thieves or wizards?""Both," she said."Is it because I?m not a blueblood?" He asked this matter-of-factly, as if he really wanted to know."That?s the least of it," Raisa said, taking a shuddering breath. "This is just going to lead to heartbreak, and I refuse to have my heart broken again." She looked up at him. "I thought I could play at love. I thought I had the right, same as — as any courtier or a — a streetlord."He shook his head. "Rebecca, listen, I—""But I?ve found out I?m not made that way," she interrupted. "I can?t play this game if my heart?s not in it. That?s me personally. I?m not judging anyone else.""I see," he said. He tightened his arms around her, brushing his fingers along her collarbone, setting her nerves tingling. "What?s your heart saying now?"She wanted to be honest with him, even though she?d probably pay for it. "I?m in trouble," she whispered."
Author: Cinda Williams Chima

13. "If we did have a child, and he came to you with something like this, would you tell him to take the money, to take the job that didn't mean anything? Why am I even asking, I know what you'd say. You'd tell him to do the thing he loved, the thing that made him feel more alive. Life's too short to waste time living it any other way."
Author: Cora Carmack

14. "Kyle's shrill voice interrupted their moment. "Figured you two would turn this into a scout meeting. Will you get your asses up here? People are waiting. I mean Beckett here has maybe a fewhours before he's bent over a metal toilet getting it up the ass from aguy named Bubba. Do you want him to have fun now or not?"The streetlight illuminated Beckett as he appeared next to Kyle. "Why would I be the bitch? I don't think that's a fair f*cking assumption."Kyle refused to look at him and crossed her arms. "Of course you'd be the bitch. You have dimples. Bitches have dimples. And I bet your ass is soft like two pillows. Bubba's going to love bouncing off of you."Beckett stormed away, dragging Kyle with him. "I'll be the f*cker," he told her. "Not the f*ckee. The f*cker.""Fine, a$$hole, you're the f*cker," Kyle's voice faded away as they returned to the party."
Author: Debra Anastasia

15. "Meghan pushed her chocolate cheesecake across the table to me. I hadn't gotten paid yet for November, so I had only ordered coffee. "Here," she said."Don't you want it?""Sure I want it. I ordered it. But I'm giving it to you.""Why?"Meghan stood up and got me a fork. "Remember what Nora said about love? In your movie?""Love is when you have a really amazing piece of cake, and it's the very last piece, but you let him have it," I said."So it's really amazing cake," said Meghan. "And I want you to have it."
Author: E. Lockhart

16. "I hear. Nobody thinks so. But I do. Sometimes people whisper. Sometimes they yell. Sometimes they say mean things. I see more than the TV. It's my friend. I don't have any others, like the kids on Barney do. Why are people afraid of me? I don't want to hurt them. I taste only the sweet air, whooshed through tubes to help me breathe. If I'm lucky a bit of flavor comes with the wind or skin or clothes I smell. I wish my mouth would let me tell Mama I love her. Let me tell Daddy I ms him. Let me tell Shane how good I feel when I see him happy with Alex. I like when I swim because when I float, I am free. I like when I sleep because I dance when I dream. I hear, I see, I taste, I smell, I feel, I dream."
Author: Ellen Hopkins

17. "Dearest Alexia, Oh, please absolve me of this guilt I already feel squishing on my very soul! My troubled heart weeps! Oh dear, Ivy was getting flowery. My bones ache with the sin that I am about to commit. Oh, why must I have bones? I have lost myself to this transplanting love. You could not possibly understand how this feels! Yet try to comprehend, dearest Alexia, I am like a delicate bloom. Marriage without love is all very well for people like you, but I should wilt and wither. I need a man possessed of a poet's soul! I am simply not so stoic as you. I cannot stand to be apart from him one moment longer! The caboose of my love has derailed, and I must sacrifice all for the man I adore! Please do not judge me harshly! It was all for love! ~ Ivy."
Author: Gail Carriger

18. "Why am I pushing this? Because I fucking love you, you idiot, and I can't hide my feelings anymore." I screamed at him. "I'm in love with you. I love you so much it eclipses everything else around me. You're the star I can never reach. I can wish and dream, stretch and strain, but you're always just out of my grasp. I need something I can hold, I can count on. I need something tangible."
Author: Genna Rulon

19. "He was dimly angry with himself, he did not know why. It was that he had struck his wife. He had forgotten it, but was miserable about it, notwithstanding. And this misery was the voice of the great Love that had made him and his wife and the baby and Diamond, speaking in his heart, and telling him to be good. For that great Love speaks in the most wretched and dirty hearts; only the tone of its voice depends on the echoes of the place in which it sounds. On Mount Sinai, it was thunder; in the cabman's heart it was misery; in the soul of St John it was perfect blessedness."
Author: George MacDonald

20. "Why should I keep myself so safe?" he asked her, but he was almost asking himself. What is there in my life worth preserving? With a good wife back there in the mountains, serviceable as an old spoon, dry in the heart from having been scared of marriage since she was six? With three children so shy of their father, the Prince of the Arjikis, that they will hardly come near him? With a careworn clan moving here, moving there, going through th same disputes, herding the same herds, as thy have done for five hundred years? And me, with a shallow and undirected mind, no artfulness in word or habit, no especial kindness toward the world? What is there that makes my life worth preserving?"I love you," said Elphaba."So that's that then, and that's it," he answered her and himself. "And I love you. So I promise to be careful."
Author: Gregory Maguire

21. "So if you love him, why keep him waiting for 13 years?""Because I was afraid. Afraid of not being worthy, afraid of not knowing how to love him, afraid of waking up one day and not loving him anymore."
Author: Guillaume Musso

22. "While they argued, the pain blazed on. My blood boiled in my veins. Why was I doing this? Was he worth all of this pain? Why should I care if he lived or died?"I love him." The words came out as a whisper, but they seemed to diminish the heat. I felt stronger and more sure of myself."
Author: Heather James

23. "I think Dante would agree with you. Even though Beatrice married someone else and died young, Dante loved her his entire life. The love was a part of him, because to him, Beatrice was ideal. He barely knew her, had only met her twice, but yet he truly claimed to love her. Can anyone tell me why?"No one spoke up. Carmine sighed exasperatedly. This lesson was becoming frustrating to sit through. "Because he really loved the person she made him. It has just as much to do with how he felt as it did with who she was.""You're right," Mrs. Chavis said. "Dante said of her, ‘she has ineffable courtesy, is my beatitude, the destroyer of all vices and the queen of virtue, salvation.' To him, she was his savior, the epitome of good. She rid him of his evil, made him feel worthwhile. That, we could argue, may be what he loved most of all."
Author: J.M. Darhower

24. "May I ask why you're passing notes to Aiden?" He eyed the letter like it was a bomb."It's a love note. I'm asking him to circle ‘yes' or ‘no' if he likes me."
Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout

25. "Most certainly not. Why face this with honesty and directness? It is so much more fun to dance around the truth, dodge the reality of the situation, which is that you are in love with this man, you share some kind of unhappy past with him...and that he has feelings for you, as well. Why would you ever wish to deal with that head on?"
Author: Jess Michaels

26. "Why would he do that? I thought--he said--he loved me." "As if I needed a reason to hate him more," Asher muttered, avoiding my gaze."
Author: Jocelyn Davies

27. "Sometimes Edith came into the room and sat on the bed beside him and they talked. They talked of trivial things – of people they knew casually, of a new building going up on the campus, of an old one torn down; but what they said did not seem to matter. A new tranquility had come between them. It was a quietness that was like the beginning of love; and almost without thinking, Stoner knew why it had come. They had forgiven themselves for the harm they had done each other, and they were rapt in a regard of what their life together might have been.Almost without regret he looked at her now; in the soft light of late afternoon her face seemed young and unlined. If I had been stronger, he thought; if I had known more; if I could have understood. And finally, mercilessly, he thought: if I had loved her more. As if it were a long distance it had to go, his hand moved across the sheet that covered him and touched her hand. She did not move; and after a while he drifted into a kind of sleep."
Author: John Edward Williams

28. "I have finally come to realize why Jesus has such a passionate love, yes, a passionate love for the poor and the outcasts. He could see clearly how an arrogant and self-righteous society had stripped millions of his poor of their dignity and pride as God's children and reduced them, even in their own eyes, to nothing more than unwanted trash. Now I understand why he took pride in identifying himself as the Good Shepherd and homeless himself, because he himself was treated by the leaders of his own people as trash to be eliminated."
Author: Joseph F. Girzone

29. "Well," he said with an affected sigh, "you have my approval, at least.""Why?" Hyacinth asked suspiciously."It would be an excellent match," he continued. "If nothing else, think of the children."She knew she'd regret it, but still she had to ask. "What children?"He grinned. "The lovely lithping children you could have together. Garethhhh and Hyathinthhhh. Hyathinth and Gareth. And the thublime Thinclair tots."Hyacinth stared at him like he was an idiot.Which he was, she was quite certain of it.She shook her head. "How on earth Mother managed to give birth to seven perfectly normal children and one freak is beyond me.""Thith way to the nurthery." Gregory laughed as sheheaded back into the room. "With the thcrumptious littleTharah and Thamuel Thinclair. Oh, yeth, and don't forgetwee little Thuthannah!"
Author: Julia Quinn

30. "Jesus loved me and I knew not why. And I loved him because He quickened my spirit to heights beyond my stature, and to depths beyond my sounding. Love is a sacred mystery. To those who love, it remains forever wordless; But to those who do not love, it may be but a heartless jest."
Author: Kahlil Gibran

31. "Why?" asked her companion. "Why do you love him when you ought not to?"Edna, with a motion or two, dragged herself on her knees before Mademoiselle Reisz, who took the glowing face between her two hands."Why? Because his hair is brown and grows away from his temples; because he opens and shuts his eyes, and his nose is a little out of drawing; because he has two lips and a square chin, and a little finger which he can't straighten from having played baseball too energetically in his youth. Because - ""Because you do, in short," laughed Mademoiselle."
Author: Kate Chopin

32. "Do you suppose a woman knows why she loves? Does she select? Does she say to herself, 'Go to! here is a distinguished statesman with presidential possibilities; I shall proceed to fall in love with him.' or, 'I shall set my heart upon this musician, whose fame is on every tongue?' or 'this financier, who controls the world's money markets?"
Author: Kate Chopin

33. "When his thumb hovered over the red button, she stared at him aghast. "You're truly going to … torture me?"He cast her a puzzled look. "Why wouldn't I torture you?"Because you used to love me, used to cherish me. "I thought we had a moment yesterday? Didn't you like seeing me in lingerie?"In a monotone voice, he said, "Why did the charge throwers have no ill effect on you?"He's truly going to do it? Then fuck him. DEFCON. "Chase, I've tussled with vibrators stronger than your charge throwers."No reaction. "You consumed energy. And channeled it at will. How?"All Valkyrie consumed it—they were each connected through a grid of mystical energy—but Regin was the only one she knew of who could radiate it through her body. She'd inherited the talent from her birth mother. "So how does one get started as a magister? College or trade school?""I don't have the time or patience for games. Now, tell me, why do you … glow?""I touched a radioactive alien cock once."He pressed the button."
Author: Kresley Cole

34. "Why hadn't the Woman in Black called for Raphael? Mathilde's idea that she'd stopped looking for him seemed out of keeping with most ghoststories; ghosts didn't change their behavior, did they?Whatever the reason, Caitlyn was glad of it. Raphael was hers, and she didn't want to share him. She hated the idea of a long-lost lover roamingthe halls of the castle, looking for him. It meant there was someone else in his life.She was, she realized, jealous.That's stupid! How can I be jealous of a ghost, over a guy who might not even exist?And yet, there was no other word for what she felt. Since the moment she'd seen Raphael riding in the valley, her heart had claimed him as herKnight of Cups"
Author: Lisa Cach

35. "Horgias nodded, his lips drawn back in a smile that was a wolf's snarl. ‘They want us all flogged. Why us?'‘Lupus,' Syrion said. ‘The other centurions hate him, even among the Fourth. He's too distant. He doesn't drink with them or whore with them. They don't know who he is, and so they hate him.'‘He loves war,' I said, who had seen the ice melt from his eyes, and the fire behind it, and these two made sense to me now. I felt the truth in my marrow, and it warmed me. ‘He's bored with camp life. The Fourth are making a huge mistake giving him a reason to fight them."
Author: M.C. Scott

36. "If Terrell Owens is really depressed or mentally unstable, why do the people I love use it as an excuse to talk badly about him?"
Author: Matthew Quick

37. "I think Elvis loved his fans - I think that's why they loved him and still love him. Fans are very conscious and sensitive to the fact that performers love them."
Author: Minnie Pearl

38. "When they say Don't I know you? say no.When they invite you to the partyremember what parties are likebefore answering.Someone telling you in a loud voicethey once wrote a poem.Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate.Then reply.If they say we should get together.say why? It's not that you don't love them any more.You're trying to remember somethingtoo important to forget.Trees.The monastery bell at twilight.Tell them you have a new project.It will never be finished. When someone recognizes you in a grocery storenod briefly and become a cabbage.When someone you haven't seen in ten yearsappears at the door,don't start singing him all your new songs.You will never catch up.Walk around feeling like a leaf. Know you could tumble any second.Then decide what to do with your time."
Author: Naomi Shihab Nye

39. "And suddenly she knew exactly why Catherine had fallen in love with him. It wasn't that he was unusually attractive, or ambitious, or even charming. He was partly those things, but more important, he seemed to live life on his own terms."
Author: Nicholas Sparks

40. "You're going tobuy him a car. He'd tell you anything you want to hear.""See why I love you? You've got him nailed"
Author: Nora Roberts

41. "Great Shakespeare!, you who can say everything, everything, everything exactly as it is – and yet why was this torment one you never gave voice to? Was it perhaps that you kept it to yourself, like the beloved whose name one still cannot bear the world to mention? For a poet buys this power of words to utter all the grim secrets of others at the cost of a little secret he himself cannot utter."
Author: Søren Kierkegaard

42. "Even when it isn't going well, knitting can be deeply spiritual. Knitting sets goals that you can meet. Sometimes when I work on something complicated or difficult - ripping out my work and starting over, porong over tomes of knitting expertise, screeching "I don't get it!" white practically weeping with frusteation - my husband looks at me and says, "I don't know why you think you like knitting." I just stare at him. I don't like knitting. I LOVE knitting. I don't know what could have possible led him to think that I'm not enjoying myself. The cursing? The crying? The forteen sheets of shredded graph paper? Knittong is like a marriage (I tell him) and you don't just trash the whole thing because there are bad moments."
Author: Stephanie Pearl McPhee

43. "That's why it was so impossible to tell him goodbye — because I was in love with him. Too. I loved him, much more than I should, and yet, still nowhere near enough. I was in love with him, but it was not enough to change anything; it was only enough to hurt us both more. To hurt him worse than I ever had."
Author: Stephenie Meyer

44. "Why do you call her 'love'?" James asks. "I've heard you say that before, too. A lot. Are you in love with her? I think Adam's in love with her. Kenji's not in love with her, though. I already asked him." Warner blinks at him. "Well?" James asks. "Well what?" "Are you in love with her?" "Are you in love with her?" "What?" James blushes. "No. She's like a million years older than me." "Would anyone else like to take over this conversation?" Warner asks, looking around the group."
Author: Tahereh Mafi

45. "Why do you never answer?""Because it's a hard question.""It's a yes or no, actually. You have a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right."If only it were that simple. Did I love him at this point? I loved him from the first point…the point where our two lives crossed the first time. I couldn't tell him that though, I didn't know how and every time I tried, the words would get stuck in my throat."
Author: Tarryn Fisher

46. "Try telling the boy who's just had his girlfriend's namecut into his arm that there's slippage between the signifierand the signified. Or better yet explain to the girlwho watched in the mirror as the tattoo artist stitchedthe word for her father's name (on earth as in heaven)across her back that words aren't made of flesh and blood,that they don't bite the skin. Language is the animalwe've trained to pick up the scent of meaning. It's whywhen the boy hears his father yelling at the doorhe sends the dog that he's kept hungry, that he's kicked,then loved, to attack the man, to show him that every wordhas a consequence, that language, when used right, hurts."
Author: Todd Davis

47. "You have fought for and claimed your names, and though you may be struck, you will never fall. And that…" His eyes moisten, fear tingeing his voice, no, it's apprehension. He takes a breath, steels himself. "And that is why I love you."Seconds pass as his words settle in. I know what he wants to hear, what he aches to hear, what his eyes plead me for. But I can't tell him that because he wants to hear it back. I can't tell him that because it might be what he's pinning his hopes on, a bulwark he'll set against madness. I can't tell him that because Heath could never get a guy like him. I can't tell him that because I don't want him to be alone, or because I don't want to be alone. I can't tell him that because of a million stupid reasons that he would eventually see through, and resent me for. I can't lie to him."I love you, Cale."I tell him because I mean it."
Author: Vaughn R. Demont

48. "However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras. To whom did this anarchical scoffer unite himself in this phalanx of absolute minds? To the most absolute. In what manner had Enjolras subjugated him? By his ideas? No. By his character. A phenomenon which is often observable. A sceptic who adheres to a believer is as simple as the law of complementary colors. That which we lack attracts us. No one loves the light like the blind man. The dwarf adores the drum-major. The toad always has his eyes fixed on heaven. Why? In order to watch the bird in its flight. Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras. He had need of Enjolras. That chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly aware of it, and without the idea of explaining it to himself having occurred to him."
Author: Victor Hugo

49. "And in that moment of sun and joy, Lupe knew why she loved and also hated Salvador. He gave her wings. He didn't try to lock her in, as had Jaime and the other boys she'd known. No, she could dream her wildest dreams with him and so she loved him for this; but she also hated him because it made her fearful. No one in her family was like this. They were always very cautious."
Author: Victor Villaseñor

50. "He should in humility have asked her why it was that he was naturally a cuckold, why two women of different temperaments and characters had been inspired to have lovers at his expense. He should be telling her, with the warmth of her body warming his, that his second wife had confessed to greater sexual pleasure when she remembered that she was deceiving him."
Author: William Trevor

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