You had to hate the Colonel a whole lot to keep from loving him.
What a vast difference there is between knowing God and loving Him.
She just wished loving him didn’t always have to be so hard.
Loving him didn't fix anything. Loving him didn't change anything. Loving him simply made everything else bearable.
If a man loved me, I would have talked myself into loving him, and I would have loved him very deeply after a while.
When loving Him becomes obligation, one of the many things we have to do, we end up focusing even more on ourselves.
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.
She's loving him with that body, I just know it.
It is quite impossible to worship God without loving Him.
When you can't see any reason for loving a person, you must be loving him as a symbol of something, don't you think so?
My whole life had been an uninterrupted act of loving him.
