Not that she was naturally unkind, but she was disdainful, and besides she never thought; she loved to laugh, and there was no malice in what she said or did to him.
She loved music, although she was no musician; she found in it a physical and moral well-being in which thoughts could idly sink into a pleasant melancholy.
She loved to see him lie there as though he were asleep, to cheat herself into the fancy that she watched his rest to wake it with a kiss on his lips.
She loved life; the darkness, the loneliness, the annihilation of death were horrible to her as the blackness and the solitude of night to a young child.
She loved him--yes; but she loved better the dignity in which the world held her, and the diamonds from which the law would divorce her if their love were known.
She loved him so fondly; and possessed so much genuine kindness of heart that perhaps it might be possible for her to rise even to renunciation and sacrifice.
Her flesh irresistibly impelled her towards him; she loved him, she would keep him, she would never surrender him to another.
She loved him, though, it was visible, with her whole being and for her whole life.
She loved it because she had so much happiness, so much rapture and enjoyment yet to hope from it.
She loved it because it had as yet afforded her so little delight.
She loved music so dearly, tried so hard to learn, and practiced away so patiently at the jingling old instrument, that it did seem as if someone (not to hint Aunt March) ought to help her.
Dora never wearied of it--from the smallest blade of grass to the most stately of forest trees, she loved it all.
She loved him--my poor Laura--as I hope few people love.
Lillian wondered that her sister so often preferred lonely rambles, but she saw the beautiful face she loved so dearly grow brighter and happier, never dreaming the cause.
She loved me; and when this wedding, which will never now take place, was over, I intended to ask you to give me Lillian.
She had never loved him as she loved him at this moment, as he stood there in all his young strength and beauty, willing to give up his own planned life to serve the mother whom his sisters had cast off.
She did not love to be obedient; she loved to be queen in her own little realm of Self.
I have been waiting--if she loved Morris, she could not love me.
She loved him so, she desired him so, he was so exquisite to her, the fine creature that he was, finer than herself.
At that story Rosamund wept and shrank from him a little, for though it was this prince who had stolen her from her home, she loved Hassan.
Although she numbered but half my years, she loved me as I loved her, and for my sake offered to change her faith and fly with me to England if opportunity could be found, which was hard.
Yet I think if she loved a man she would love him well, and perhaps that might be worse for him than her hate.
She loved him, and had loved him from the first hour when they met.
Nay," she said to herself, "she loved him, and did she know it might pain her.
She loved him, that was the truth of it, and between them there was a great gulf fixed, not of the sea only, which ships could sail, but of that command which the dead had laid upon her.
She loved to exchange a mot with a real writer, reading all kinds of unintended subtlety into his brief replies in dreadful French.
She loved to be thought older than she was, and she used the longest, biggest, grandest words she could possibly invent or find.
She loved him as women love the child of an illicit love; obliged to suckle him, the duty never wearied her.
She loved dress, all the vanities, but she had something above it all--an imaginative mind, certain of whose faculties had been sharpened to a fine edge of cleverness and wit.
He thought that for the present she was afraid; but the reason was that she believed it would be wicked when he did not love her as she loved him.
It became dear to her; she loved to return to it and gaze at the joy it glorified, as one sees the sunshine from a murky room.
She loved to rifle them; to pull out his watch herself, instead of asking him for the time; to exclaim "Oh!
She loved to think that she was more to him than the new book, but was not always sure of it; and sometimes this saddened her, and again she decided that it was right and fitting.
The above list will hopefully provide you with a few useful examples demonstrating the appropriate usage of "she loved" in a variety of sentences. We hope that you will now be able to make sentences using this group of words.
