Three little words. My world stands still, tilts, then spins on a new axis.
Like Eve, you’re so quick to eat from the tree of knowledge.
Are you gay, Mr. Grey?
Besides, immense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control things.
The pain is such that I refuse to acknowledge it. I feel numb. I have somehow escaped from my body and am now a casual observer to this unfolding tragedy.
For the first time in twenty-one years, I want to be kissed. I want to feel his mouth on mine.
If he wants me to stay away, he should leave me alone.
I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals and dreams, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, to share my hopes and dreams with you, and bring you solace in times of need.
I can’t stay. I know what I want and you can’t give it to me, and I can’t give you what you need.
In the back of my mind, my mother’s often-recited warning comes to me: ‘Never trust a man who can dance.
I never know what you’re thinking. Sometimes you’re so closed off... like an island slate. You intimidate me. That’s why I keep quiet. I don’t know which way your mood is going to go. It swings from north to south and back again in a nanosecond.
I got over it, and I’m now a firm advocate of instant gratification. Carpe diem, Ana.
The muscles inside the deepest, darkest part of me clench in the most delicious fashion. The pain is so sweet and sharp I want to close my eyes, but I’m hypnotized by his eyes staring fervently into mine.
He wouldn’t let her work. You know, he was controlling. Some men are like that.′ He gives me a quick sideways smily. ‘Really? A controlling man, surely a mythical creature?’ I don’t think I can squeeze any more sarcasm into my response.
Why is anyone the way they are? That’s kind of hard to answer. Why do some people like cheese and other people hate it? Do you like cheese?
I should run, but I can’t. I’m drawn to him on some deep, elemental level that I can’t begin to understand.
A man who acquires the ability to take full possession of his own mind may take possession of anything else to which he is justly entitled.
Don’t place some vague moral judgement on yourself based on what others might think.
I am the moth and he is the flame, and I’m going to get burned. I know.
Anastasia, you should always read anything you sign,” he admonishes me.