If a man loved me, I would have talked myself into loving him, and I would have loved him very deeply after a while.
I didn't know how to stop wanting him. It wasn't that I had any hope—I knew I'd never see him again. But that didn't stop me from comparing every other man to Hardy and finding them all lacking. I had exhausted myself loving him.
It is quite impossible to worship God without loving Him.
She's loving him with that body, I just know it.
What a vast difference there is between knowing God and loving Him.
You had to hate the Colonel a whole lot to keep from loving him.
When loving Him becomes obligation, one of the many things we have to do, we end up focusing even more on ourselves.
Loving him didn't fix anything. Loving him didn't change anything. Loving him simply made everything else bearable.