What is it about elevators?
I’d like to bite that lip.
Christian, you are the state lottery, the cure for cancer, and the three wishes from Aladdin’s lamp all rolled into one.
I’ve kissed a prince, Mom. I hope it doesn’t turn into a frog.
Men aren’t really complicated, Ana, honey. They are very simple, literal creatures. They usually mean what they say. And we spend hours trying to analyze what they’ve said – when really it’s obvious. If I were you, I’d take him literally. That might help.
You’re the only person I’d fly three thousand miles to see.
From his inside jacket pocket he produces a ring and gazes up at me, his eyes bright gray and raw, full of emotion. “Anastasia Steele, I love you. I want to love, cherish and protect you for the rest of my life. Be mine. Always. Share my life with me. Marry me”.
There’s a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.
I’m anything but fine. I feel like the sun has set and not risen for five days, Ana. I’m in perpetual night here”.
Miss Steele, I do believe you’re making my palm twitch.
He makes me graceful, that’s his skill. He makes me sexy, because that’s what he is. He makes me feel loved, because in spite of his fifty shades, he has a wealth of love to give.
Supposing I’ve said I hate him, or worse still, that I love him, in my sleep.
I gasp, and I’m Eve in the Garden of Eden, and he’s the serpent, and I cannot resist.
I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love. – Grace Trevelyan.
He’s naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top button casually undone. Jeez, he looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm.
My inner goddess is jumping up and down, clapping her hands like a five year old.
I love him. Simple.
But I’m a selfish man. I’ve wanted you since you fell into my office. You are exquisite, honest, warm, strong, witty, beguilingly innocent; the list is endless. I’m in awe of you. I want you, and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twisting in my dark soul.
Raising the ordinary to extraordinary.
We have to learn to walk before we can run.