Loved Sentence Examples

How did you know you loved him?

I loved you in this life and the last.

He had loved a singer, but he had married the farmer's daughter.

He lost his lease, so he was living with loved ones.

She and Dad would have loved Alex.

My brother loved her with all his soul.

They loved each other.

Next to his family he loved his dogs and gun.

After all, they had known and loved each other for a long time.

He loved her and she loved him.

I still believed in people, loved them, and sacrificed myself.

I know Martha had her days when I could have killed her but I loved her too.

For her sake, he made an effort to behave, but he truly loved the openings she gave him.

I know my parents loved me, but there are other ways to teach children without hurting them, Martha.

I can't forget that she said she loved Alex and hoped we would split up.

She loved him too much to interfere in his life.

Strange shapes of hills and rocks, rare plants and animals, unusual faces and figures of men, questionable smiles and expressions, whether beautiful or grotesque, far-fetched objects and curiosities, were things he loved to pore upon and keep in memory.

She needs to be loved... touched.

In her confused state of mind, she had convinced herself that he loved her.

Then Ronnie got up and said how he and mom loved each other and how she still loved her daughter Annie and it sounded like my sister was her only child.

Betsy loved reveled in it and it fulfilled my needs; the wine did the trick and, I was hungry and the food tasted good.

She'd hoped not to lose the man she loved as well.

I loved you, too, Gabriel.

He's always loved the side of you that laughs.

Yesterday I had a foster daughter I loved like my own—today, what do I have?

No. I loved that boy.

He loved touching her and loved even more watching her try to figure out what to do about it.

He loved that look, where her lips were plump from kissing and her cheeks flushed.

Even this sensation she loved.

What if it was her fault the human Gabriel loved died?

He'd be condemning her to Hell the same way she did the human he loved.

The mating laws from the time-before-time were absolute, but what if Darkyn and Gabriel made their own private deal to return the human Gabriel loved and abandon past-Death to the hands of the Dark One?

Or maybe, like he really had loved her through the millennia they were together.

Until you took my soul a few months ago, I was there because I loved you and for no other reason.

Gabriel was reminded of the many times he'd expressed something human to the goddess he'd loved for thousands of years.

The news of their deal had infuriated Gabriel once more and driven him off, leading Deidre to believe that he had loved the human more than her.

He loved her since the beginning.

Josh's sister had made a few comments to indicate that she thought Josh might have ended his life purposely because he still loved Carmen.

The Appaloosa stallion loved to run, and Princess couldn't be left behind.

Alex had loved once before, long time ago, and that girl had betrayed him.

In November 1621, James I., knowing that London was "a dish" which Donne "loved well," "carved" for him the deanery of St Paul's.

The Frisian peasants and fisher folk loved their independence, and were equally refractory to the rule of any distant overlord, whether count or bishop. Dirk VI.

To sum up the incidents of this eventful period of his life, it was during it that he lost his mother, always loved and dutifully honoured, by death; his sister had been estranged from him some years before by an imprudent marriage, which, though making her a liberal allowance, he never forgave.

The regret for his loss was universal; for no modern man was ever better loved or better deserved to be loved.

A knightly celibate, his stainless life, his ardour, caused him to be termed a Yankee Galahad; a pure and simple heart was laid bare to those who loved him in " My Psalm," " My Triumph " and " An Autograph."

While he loved the thought of her commitment to him, her action made him want to explode.

Demons loved a challenge and a fight.

He did it because you were bad—and he loved you.

Yesterday I had a foster daughter I loved like my own—today, what do I have?

I don't know how it came up—maybe he asked where I was born—but when I told him, he said how he knew Ouray and loved it out here.

At home the news of loved ones lost in action brought heartbreak to many families.

The truth settled into the pit of her stomach, along with the realization that she meant what she'd said—she would do whatever it took to free the man she loved.

Logan hated it, but she loved it.

He'd loved her once, and he would've bet his soul she loved him.

He'd loved her every way he could, knowing the night she was dissatisfied with him, she'd replace him.

He's loved you for like, a million years.

She loved being in his arms, as much as she hated him right now!

You made him love us in a way he never loved me.

Did it matter, if he loved her either way?

By his glowing eyes, he loved his job.

Why wouldn't you just tell Kris the woman he loved was evil?

She loved him, but she couldn.t let him love her.

She retrieved it and hugged it, not at all certain what the new Toby would and wouldn.t want that the old Toby had loved.

He.d lost the only thing that.d ever mattered, and the only person who ever truly loved him.

Evelyn loved his game face.

Evelyn had almost laughed when Lishana's eyebrows shot up in response gave but loved Romas so much more for understanding Kiera well enough to defend her.

How she loved his scent and strong arms!

As much as she loved her friend, she couldn't help feeling betrayed.

He'd never cared for another woman in the way his father had loved his mother.

She loved her friend but understood if Evelyn was there, it wasn't necessarily for her.

To have a contented life and be loved by someone.

It is with tears in my eyes that I pen this note, my only solace that I will shortly be one in heaven with this woman I loved more than life itself.

But I loved her very much and trusted her judgment.

Then there was only silence and the night sounds of the old building as Cynthia lay awake next to this man she loved.

He wondered if this beautiful, loving, compassionate wife of his whom he loved so dearly, was really capable of killing another human being.

Now all he'd accomplished was to piss off the woman he loved and make a public fool of himself!

They both loved Ouray, the Colorado mountains and hosting the guests of Bird Song, at least most of them.

Believe in your heart forever how very much I loved you.

God, how he wanted to put things right with the woman he loved.

Edith Shipton was protecting the one person she truly loved, her son Donnie.

Do you think the reverend loved her?

As strongly as she loved him?

I'd like to believe he truly loved her.

She really loved him.

She knows Rev. Martin really loved her.

He thought about Annie Quincy carrying a child she would have loved to bear, but couldn't.

And he thought of Cynthia, who loved him as he loved her.

He couldn't keep a secret from this woman he loved.

Autumn had begun to creep over New England, promising to transform the landscape into the backdrop that Jackson Parrish so loved.

He loved using the vernacular, although it never sounded quite right coming from him.

He would have loved to watch her ogle him as he strutted for her, but he didn't have time.

He loved seeing her like this.

Over the mantle hung a gilt-framed landscape oil; a fall scene that captured all the colors he so loved.

The restaurant was close by, so the ride there consisted of small talk about the weather, when peak foliage would be, and how much they both loved New England.

Sarah loved a project; he could see the wheels turning.

He loved that she appreciated the beauty of this place, and her laugh warmed him in a way he had never experienced.

Jackson had never been so happy, and at ease, and she loved Connor with all her heart, yet she was a little sad, feeling they were growing apart.

Jackson loved being out in the snow, whether skiing or just walking.

He loved the way she could be wanton and sensual one minute, then bashful and demure the next.

Sure, she loved him, but not in the wild and crazy way girls did in the romance stories.

He must have loved her deeply - that girl who had walked all over his heart.

And with that thought she was certain she loved him.

He must have meant love in a family way - like he loved his sister.

She could follow her heart and marry the man she loved, but she would never be completely satisfied.

If she truly loved him, she would let him go.

Her heart was in everything she did, and she'd loved him back with both tenderness and passion.

He had loved her for so long, until he realized even he was a pawn in her games.

She makes whatever she wants out of them.  Most of them go in the bottom of the Lake of Souls, where they can find their loved ones and be in peace.

If you loved her enough to destroy the world for her, then you know the pain Kris has been through twice.  Hell cannot hold a candle to that kind of pain.

Rhyn smiled faintly, admiring the woman before him.  She was foolishly stubborn and lippy – and he loved that about her.  She was the first creature ever to see beyond his half-demon curse.

As much as he'd loved Lilith, Andre had told him she wasn't meant to be his mate and encouraged him to focus on his duty rather than the woman.

I would've told him I loved him.

It would be nice to be remembered for something other than stealing the souls of loved ones.

Jeff liked the water and especially loved the ocean.

Jeff loved his Phillies cap.

She conveyed the information to son Randy, told him she loved him and, after ending the conversation, flopped back down on the bed, again covering her head, this time with a pillow.

I had a little seat on the back for Randy and he loved it.

You loved me enough to risk losing me, and almost did, just because it was the right thing to do.

I love... loved you so much, Carmen.

As much as she loved him, he had never been a pet.

She had always loved horses, and a horse ranch had been a dream she knew would never come true.

He loved animals, but he spent his entire life scraping to make ends meet.

He would have loved you.

Probably for the same reason Carmen had married a man who couldn't give her children - because she loved him.

How did a woman who loved goats bring herself to eat them?

I never loved him... not in the right way.

When you look at me... the way you are right now, I feel loved.

Much as she loved them both, she was beginning to form a special attachment to Tim.

Years ago he had been jilted at the altar by a girl he thought he loved.

Lori had loved him then, but his heart had belonged to Carmen.

Anyway, she was telling me how much he loved animals — horses in particular.

How could they have drifted apart when they loved each other so much?

Did everyone think that way about people they loved?

How do you think she would feel if she was three years old and someone she didn't know could take her away from everything she loved?

He wouldn't have thought he was capable of doing that to anyone, much less the woman he loved more than life itself.

Carmen loved the name.

He loved his orchard.

As much as she hated her life, she loved her Talia.

Her daughter would grow up loved, not tolerated, in a world wide open with possibilities.

Darian smiled, knowing how much Damian loved his family despite his complaints.

Like Darian, she'd lost all she'd ever loved long ago.

Now this, a fate where she knew something was going to happen to the man she loved.

Darian was a god, one betrayed by the only woman he'd ever loved.

He'd truly thought he loved her.

The part of her that loved to mess with powerful creatures also knew she was damned good at it.

He'd always loved the teal waters that were neither too warm nor too cool.

All the while, he plotted to destroy all she loved.

She had always loved Sirian as an uncle, a man who helped raise her.

Yes, she admitted sadly, she had always trusted and loved Sirian.

If she did not follow her destiny soon, she, too, would endanger all she loved.

He smiled, enjoying the shocked look on her face when he'd told her he loved her.

Carmen was certain that her parents would have loved him, but he wasn't so sure.

If you loved a man, you shared his dreams.

I'm sure Dad would have loved to see his old '65 Ford restored like that.

As sweet as you are, I knew I couldn't be the only one who ever loved you.

He owned the clinic, so he could tell them to send someone else, but Alex loved his work.

But then, Alex loved horses too – until she killed his.

Alex married an independent woman who loved to cook and take care of her family.

But then, he didn't deny it either – and he wouldn't say he loved her.

Alex was a good man and she still loved him, but she no longer wanted him or anyone else in charge of her life.

He could have said he loved her, or she was the only one for him.

Alondra and Morino loved one another very much.

Senor Medena was a proud man, but unless she missed her guess, he loved his children.

Alondra had everything a young lady could want – with the exception of the man she loved.

Those who loved her did.

I thought I loved you once, but we're too different.

If you loved me once, it's still there.

I'm beginning to feel smothered instead of loved.

Was he saying he still loved her?

They loved each other, and that love would be a solid foundation for their marriage.

Normally, he loved the feel of a woman's soft hands.

He loved the irony of the situation.

Still, he loved a woman's body enough to enjoy the tantalizing show, more so because he knew she wanted something she was never going to have again.

She didn't think he knew, but Xander loved the challenge of discovering other people's secrets.

He loved to learn them, to explore the depths of the human motivation for keeping them and eventually, to use them against those around him.

Xander loved the look on her face.

She loved a nice car, even if the company wasn't so great.

He was right; she loved driving his car.

He loved messing with her.

What would it be like to really be with someone like Xander, who loved so deeply and completely, he'd only done it once?

He loved how complicated it was while suspecting she dug herself a grave, one he wasn't going to be able to help her avoid without her telling him what was going on.

She loved their back and forth and how he made her feel.

He wanted the only woman who chose to sacrifice herself to the Original Other, as part of a horribly planned attempt to save those she loved.

She loved the combination of his passion and gentled strength.

This little nook of Berri, this unknown Vallee Noire, this quiet and unpretentious landscape, which must be sought to find it and loved to be admired, was the sanctuary of my first and latest reveries.

He loved Marguerite Lecomte, and taught her to engrave as well as himself.

But, on the other hand, the vital spirits cause a movement in the gland by which the mind perceives the affection of the organs, learns that something is to be loved or hated, admired or shunned.

In November 1580 Ivan in a fit of ungovernable fury at some contradiction or reproach, struck his eldest surviving son Ivan, a prince of rare promise, whom he passionately loved, a blow which proved fatal.

In his last illness he was cauterized, and on seeing the burning iron he addressed "brother Fire," reminding him how he had always loved him and asking him to deal kindly with him.

Giuliano was murdered, Lorenzo escaped, to tighten his grasp upon the city, which now loved him and was proud of him.

Descartes was an expert; Bacon was the prophet of a great, if half comprehended, future; and the science they loved was struggling for its infant life against a mass of traditional prejudices, which sought to foreclose every question by confident assertions about the purposes of God and Nature.

The two were associated in the administration and in the simple country occupations of the seaside villa of Lorium, the birthplace of Pius, to which he loved to retire.

In the same year - apparently about June - he saw for the first time, and forthwith loved, the beautiful, intelligent and accomplished Mademoiselle Susan Curchod, daughter of the pasteur of Crassier.

Love grows with the knowledge of its object, he proceeds, and at the highest stage self-love is so merged in love to God that we love ourselves only for God's sake or because God has loved us.

Saul's daughter Michal loved him; and her father, whose jealousy continued to increase, resolved to put the young captain on a perilous enterprise, promising him the hand of Michal as a reward of success, but secretly hoping that he would perish in the attempt.

Much of the life of Saul is obscure, and this too, it would seem, because tradition loved rather to speak of the founder of the ideal monarchy than of his less successful rival.

Biot - who loved and admired him as a son - publicly announced that his enterprise was chimerical and the problem insoluble; Dumas evidently thought so too, for he advised Pasteur not to spend more of his time on such a subject.

She refused all offers of marriage so that she might remain by the side of her brother, whom she loved passionately.

Although he endeavoured to win the popular favour, he was more feared than loved.

God for him is the creator and ruler of the world, but hardly more; he is the master of a vast machine that grinds out human destinies without sympathy with man and without visible regard for what man deems justice - a being to be acknowledged as lord, not one to be loved.

In 1527 she married Henri d'Albret, titular king of Navarre, who was considerably younger than herself, and whose character was not faultless, but who seems' on the whole, despite slander, to have both loved and valued his wife.

And we are told "Robin loved our dere lady; For doute of dedely synne Wolde he never do company harme That ony woman was ynne."

Louis was a man of strong frame, who loved the chase, and did not shrink from the hardships of war.

He loved riding and walking, was an expert swimmer and enjoyed a game at tennis.

In a word, he loved his kind as animals, but did not seem to find them as interesting as those furred and feathered.

The 18th century loved to.

Dom Pedro, completely broken down by the ingratitude of the people whom he had loved so much and laboured for so strenuously, made no attempt at resistance.

His courage was mingled with a mean sort of cunning, and his ambition loved the outward trappings of power as well as its reality; yet he never swerved from his.

He loved discussing the sense of single portions of the Bible with other scholars, and made many fine expositions of the text.

Gamarra, born at Cuzco in 1785, never accommodated himself to constitutional usages; but he attached to himself many loyal and devoted friends, and, with all his faults he loved his country and sought its welfare according to his lights.

Even as a boy he had intense pleasure in reading St Thomas Aquinas and the Arab commentators of Aristotle, was skilled in the subtleties of the schools, wrote verses, studied music and design, and, avoiding society, loved solitary rambles on the banks of the Po.

He had also contemplated some addition to the Homeric studies which he had always loved, but this design was never carried into effect, for he was summoned once again from his quiet life of study and devotion to the field of public controversy.

Though his artistic training was mainly German, and his master belonged to the same school as Cornelius and Overbeck, he loved Italian art and Italy, and the first picture by which he became known to the British public was "Cimabue's Madonna carried in Procession through the Streets of Florence," which appeared at the Royal Academy in 18J5.

At the apex of the pyramid stands John of Antioch, Chrysostom, who in 387, at the age of 40, began his 12 years' ministry in his native city and in 399, the six memorable years in Constantinople, where he loved the poor, withstood tyranny and preached with amazing power.

But within a somewhat narrower field he worked with patience, industry, and self-denying zeal; his ambition, which seemed to many personal, was rather the outcome of his devotion to the cause of the Church; and in the later years of his life especially he showed that he loved righteousness and hated iniquity, and that he realized as clearly as any one that the service of God was incomplete without the service of man.

He loved to display his acquaintance with the career of distinguished veterans, and to talk with them of their battles and their wounds.

The approach to his house was free, and he loved to pass through the city unattended and to pay unexpected visits to his friends.

He was an affectionate father, and loved to pass his time in the company of his children, to whose education he paid the closest attention.

He loved the reading of histories and astronomy, and by questioning travellers gained some knowledge of distant parts of the earth.

He loved the simple dress and manners of the Franks, and on two occasions only did he assume the more stately attire of a Roman noble.

Next to Christianity itself he loved the English Church.

Meanwhile Major Thruston - a man justly loved by his soldiers, in whom he had complete confidence - hurried to the garrison at Luba's, near the Ripon Falls, relying on his personal influence to control the men, and risking his life in the heroic attempt.

They both loved France and the cause of constitutional liberty.

The reasons that compelled their departure determined their quality; they were all men of rigorous consciences, who loved their fatherland much, but religion more, driven from home not by mercantile necessities or ambitions, but solely by their determination to be free to worship God.

At any rate he thought he was menaced if he was not, and migrated to the Ile St Pierre in the Lake of Bienne, where he once more for a short, and the last, time enjoyed that idyllic existence which he loved.

His life was also happy, for he had pleasure in his work, he loved and was loved by his wife and children; he had a strong constitution, and retained his bodily and mental powers to the last; his faith in the religion of his youth was unshaken to the end; and he lived throughout his long life with the consciousness of rectitude.

He loved music himself, and justified this profane pleasure by the example of Bishop Grosseteste, who lodged his harper in the chamber next his own; but he holds up as a warning to gleemen the fate of the minstrel who sang loud while the bishop said grace, and was miserably killed by a falling stone in consequence.

He loved stories for their own sake, and found fault with Wace for questioning the miraculous elements in the legend of Arthur.

The Polish army had no stantine share in the Turkish War of 1829, largely, it is said, at the request of Constantine, who loved parades and thought that war was the ruin of soldiers.

She loved to be present at dramatic entertainments, and her participation in the private rehearsals of the Shepherd's Pastoral, written by her favourite Walter Montague, probably drew down upon her the savage attack of Prynne.

Thus the deeper feelings of religion were embodied in warlike patriotism, and these feelings the Philistine oppression had raised to extreme tension among all who loved liberty, while yet the want of a captain to lead forth the armies of Yahweh against his foemen deprived them of their natural outlet.

He was never loved by the political managers; he was always enthusiastically received by assemblies of the people.

It has been discovered that at the beginning of the Eocene the lake of Rilly occupied a vast area east of the present site of Paris; a water-course fell there in cascades, and Munier-Chalinas has reconstructed all the details of that singular locality; plants which loved moist places, such as Marchantia, Asplenium, the covered banks overshadowed by lindens, laurels, magnolias and palms; there also were found the vine and the ivy; mosses (Fontinalis) and Chara sheltered the crayfish (Astacus); insects and even flowers have left their delicate impressions in the travertine which formed the borders of this lake.

Born In 1784, And Brought Up Among Reminiscent Eye Witnesses Of The Old Regime, He Was An Eager Listener, With A Wonderful4 Memory And Whole Hearted Pride In The Glories Of His Race And Family, A Kindly Seigneur, Who Loved And 'Was Loved By All His Censitaires, A Keen Observer Of Many Changing Systems, Down, To The Final Confederation Of 1867, And A Man Who Had Felt' Both Extremes Of Fortune (Memoires, 1866).

The first relates the adventures of a knight who married the young duchess of Calabria, niece of King Meleager of Sicily, but was loved by Medea, the king's wife.

His expansive nature loved width and space.

He lived and he loved like one of the giants of old.

Nothing is more natural than that the pious solicitude felt by all men for the bodies of their loved ones should in the primitive Christian Churches have been turned most strongly towards the bodies of those who had met with death in confessing their faith.

The poor queen was surrounded by intrigues and plots, and although the people of the coast towns loved her, the Cypriot nobles were her bitter enemies and hostile to Venetian influence.

When at Windsor he loved to send for the boys from his school and give them good advice.

Christian, who loved to figure as "the friend of God, the enemy of the priests," is sometimes called "the mad bishop," and was a merciless, coarse, and blasphemous man.

Exactly four months after the battle of Corrichie, and the subsequent execution of a criminal whom she is said to have "loved entirely," had put an end to the first insurrection raised against her, Pierre de Boscosel de Chastelard, who had returned to France with the other companions of her arrival, and in November i 562 had revisited Scotland, expiated with his head the offence or the misfortune of a second detection at night in her bed-chamber.

In the same month, twenty-five years afterwards, the execution of his mistress, according to the verdict of her contemporaries in France, avenged the blood of a lover who had died without uttering a word to realize the apprehension which (according to Knox) had before his trial impelled her to desire her brother "that, as he loved her, he would slay Chastelard, and let him never speak word."

The saving salt of Elizabeth's character, with all its wellnigh incredible mixture of heroism and egotism, meanness and magnificence, was simply this, that, overmuch as she loved herself, she did yet love England better.

In the Grand Alliance of 1689-1690 he was accused of sacrificing Dutch to English interests, but there can be no doubt that William loved his native country better than his adopted one, and was a true patriot.

There he passed his days as the loved and venerated head of a remarkable, and up to that time unique, society of men and women.

He loved, as he said, to fold his legs and have his talk out.

He loved biography, literary history, the history of manners; but political history was positively distasteful to him.

He loved manliness, truth and justice.

On the 7th of October the emperor Ferdinand had fled from Schonbrunn to Olmiitz, a Slav district, whence he issued a proclamation inviting whoever loved "Austria and freedom" to rally round the throne.

The popular legends of Sicily also inspired his muse; he was the first to introduce the shepherd Daphnis who came to a miserable end after he had proved faithless to the nymph who loved him.

Under Greek influence he was identified with Pan, and just as there was supposed to be a number of Panisci, so the existence of many Fauni was assumed - misshapen and mischievous goblins of the forest, with pointed ears, tails and goat's feet, who loved to torment sleepers with hideous nightmares.

She had been forced upon him by his father, and he had never loved her; but he always treated her with marked respect, and provided her with a generous income, half of which she gave away in charity.

He returned answer that, much as he loved the duke, he would rather see him hanged at Tyburn than own him for his legitimate son.

The Conqueror himself "loved the high game as if he were their father"; and the penalty for the unauthorized slaughter of a hart or hind was loss of both eyes.

Cicero had already compared the sites consecrated by the memory of some illustrious name with those hallowed by recollections of a loved one.

An accomplished general, a skilful diplomatist, and a patriot who not only loved his country above all things, but never feared to tell his countrymen the truth, he excelled in all private and public virtues.

This is because he loved, in a previous birth, to listen to the preaching of the law.

In his own household he loved to take in young university men of promise; and many whom he thus encouraged became distinguished in after life as bishops, ambassadors and secretaries of state.

Enemies are to be loved, helped, blessed, prayed for.

St John's narratives are in large part personal memories, and in more than one incident he himself figures as the unnamed disciple " whom Jesus loved."

The period of Goethe's life which succeeded his return from Italy was restless and unsettled; relieved of his state duties, he returned in 1790 to Venice, only to be disenchanted with the Italy he had loved so intensely a year or two before.

He loved gardening, experimented enthusiastically in varieties and rotations of crops and kept meteorological tables with diligence.

Lord Ellenborough, who loved military display, had his tastes gratified by two more wars.

He was so loved and honoured by his Syrians that, when he invited them to avenge the blood of Othman, they replied unanimously, "It is your part to command, ours to obey."

Mo'izz addaula died in the same year as Saif addaula, leaving his power to his son Bakhtiyar `Izz addaula, who lacked his father's energy and loved pleasure more than business.

Like Mary, she was reproached for showing no concern at the news of the king's flight, but her justification was that "she never loved to do anything that looked like an affected constraint."

The tales of Lancelot and Tristram, the lives of the troubadours and the Wachtlieder of the minnesingers, sufficiently prove with what sensual freedom a knight loved the lady whom custom and art made him profess to worship as a saint.

He was passionately attached to his wife and children; and, while his friend Beccadelli signed the licentious verses of Hermaphroditus, his own Muse celebrated in liberal but loyal strains the pleasures of conjugal affection, the charm of infancy and the sorrows of a husband and a father in the loss of those he loved.

At Mount Vernon, which had suffered from neglect during his absence, he resumed the plantation life which he loved, the society of his family, and the care of his slaves.

Sickness is suffering, so is death, so is union with the unloved, and separation from the loved; not to obtain what one desires is suffering; the entire fivefold clinging to the earthly is suffering.

Bacon saw clearly that such a reputation would assuredly alienate the affections of the queen, who loved not to have a subject too powerful or too popular.

Verbal adjectives, caredig, " loved," caradwy, " lovable."

Being unwilling to hold his views in abeyance, he relinquished in 1654, under circumstances of considerable hardship, the work that he greatly loved.

According to Marcion, the good God never judges, but everywhere manifests His goodness - is, therefore, not to be feared, but simply to be loved, as a father.

On the 24th he sailed from the Hague, landing on the 26th at Dover, where he was met by Monk, whom he saluted as father, and by the mayor, from whom he accepted a " very rich bible," " the thing that he loved above all things in the world."

He was only remembered in the neighbourhood as a man much loved and respected, who used to ride a black pony very fast, and whose known benevolence was much practised upon by beggars.

In the same year he was appointed clerk of the closet to the queen, and had to take part in the metaphysical conversation parties which she loved to gather round her.

He loved the arts and sciences, wrote several religious works, and was one of the chief compilers of the Trophaeum Domus Inclytae Estoratianae.

It is much more difficult to find what he loved and admired than what he hated.

His logic, while never obtruded, was rarely at fault; but lie loved the flash of the rapier, and was never happier than when he had to face down a mob and utterly foil it by sheer superiority in fencing.

Praising solitude, playing the hermit at Vaucluse, he only loved seclusion as a contrast to the society of courts.

But the America that he loved and admired was the ideal, the potential America.

He loved man, but he was not fond of men.

To the last he loved to draw his illustrations of sacred things from camps and fortresses, from guns, drums, trumpets, flags of truce, and regiments arrayed each under its own banner.

He had four small children, and among them a daughter who was blind, and whom he loved with peculiar tenderness.

When he died, in 1892, in New Hampshire, among the hills he loved and sang so well, he had been an active writer for over sixty years, leaving more than that number of publications that bore his name as author or editor.

He fell into the hands of William the Bastard, of the duke of Normandy, King Edwards cousin and best- Norman loved relative.

But he was cunning, strong-handed and energetic; clearly the Red King would be an undesirable master to those who loved feudal anarchy.

It was the discovery of the treachery of, this one child whom he had deemed faithful, and loved over well, that broke Henrys heart.

There would have been trouble in Aquitaine also, if the aged Queen Eleanor had not asserted her own primary and indefeasible right to her ancestral duchy, and then declared that she transferred it to her best loved son John.

Edward loved royal power, but he was wise in his generation, and saw that he could best secure the loyalty of his subjects by assenting to so many of the new constitutional restraints as were compatible with his own practical contrql of the policy of the realm.

He perceived instinctively that a large number, even of those who took greedily the bribes of Walpole and the Peihams, took them, not because they loved money better than their country, but because they had no conception that their country had any need of them at all.

He loved art, filled his house with statues and pictures, and extended a generous patronage to the painters.

He was a true bibliophil, and loved to surround himself, as far as his means allowed, with curious and rare books.

Rejected by Thomas, it is patronized by Duns - not, one thinks, that he loved tion.

He is described as an excellent ruler, who loved peace and was careful to maintain justice, and spent his time in his own territories.

Above all things he loved order; and he had got the way of observing it in everything with wonderful exactness.

Thus, in the true philosopher, we shall necessarily find the practically good man, who being " likest of men to the gods is best loved by them "; and also the perfect statesman, if only the conditions of his society allow him a sphere for exercising his statesmanship.

But creatures are only to be loved in their purity as created by God; all that is bad in them must be an object of hatred till it is destroyed.

His songs are mostly written in the medieval quatrains (ferskeytla), and are generally of a humorous and satirical character; his convivial songs are known by heart by every modern Icelander; and although some of the poets of the present day are more admired, there is none who is more loved by the people.

The marriage, only accepted by Wilhelmina under threats from her father and with a view to lightening her brother's disgrace, proved at the outset a happy one, though it was clouded at first by narrow means, and afterwards by the infidelities of the future margrave with Dorothea von Marwitz, whose ascendancy at the court of Baireuth was bitterly resented by Frederick the Great, and caused an estrangement of some three years between Wilhelmina and the brother she so devotedly loved.

He spoke fervently of the opportunity which offered itself to those who loved the freedom of Greece.

Of Huitzilopochtli, the famed god, Sahagun says that he was a necromancer, loved " shapeshifting," like Odin, metamorphosed himself into animal forms, was miraculously conceived, and, among animals, is confused with the humming-bird, whose feathers adorned his statues."

The Moon in Greek myths loved Endymion, and was bribed to be the mistress of Pan by the present of a fleece, like the Dawn in Australia, whose unchastity was rewarded by a gift of a red cloak of opossum skin.

The Church has never loved weakness; she has always had a secret sympathy for power, whatever its source, when she could hope to capture it and make it serve her ends.

She was blamed for her friendship with the comtesse de Polignac, who loved her only as the dispenser of titles and positions; and when weary of this persistent begging for rewards, she was taxed with her preference for foreigners who asked nothing.

Again, Portuguese alone has preserved the pluperfect in its original meaning, so that, for example, amara (a m a v e r a hi) signifies not merely as elsewhere I would love, but also I had Loved, The future perfect, retained as in Castilian, has lost its vowel of inflexion in the 1st and 3rd pers.

Cowper discouraged the poetry, but loved the writer, and the two became great friends.

He died on the 1st of September 1687, and was buried in the chapel of the college he loved.

He admired her intelligence, loved her, and spared her life.

The revolution of 1848 aroused in Renan that side of him which loved the priesthood because "the priest lives for his fellows."

They would have loved Alex - of that she was certain.

It was difficult to determine whether Dulce meant it was always Alex she loved or that Señor Medena favored.

When we were in Texas, I got the feeling that Señor Medena loved Alex - that he was saddened by the way Alex rejected him.

He loved Alex, of that she was certain, and sometimes she got the distinct impression that Alex felt something for him - something besides dislike.

He said he admired and respected her, not that he loved her.

He and Dulce did have a relationship - and he did know she loved him.

What words could she use that would adequately express her feelings after such a display of total lack of faith in the person she loved?