I want my world to start and end with you.
You see, Ana men think that anything that comes out of a woman’s mouth is a problem to be solved. Not some vague idea that we’d like to kick around and talk about for a while and then forget. Men prefer action.
Yes, I’m rich. Get use to it. – Christian Grey.
I’ve never felt the way I felt when you left, Anastasia. I would move heaven and earth to avoid feeling like that again.
I just want to bury myself in you and just forget everything but us.
Perhaps Mr. Grey insists on all his employees being blonde. I’m wondering idly if that’s legal.
Well, when you were nearly run over by the cyclist-and i was holding you and you were looking up at me – all ’kiss me, kiss me, Christian.
How does he do this to me? He’s just touching a small area of my body and the hormones are flying.
I’m drawn, Icarus to the sun. I’ve been burned already, and yet here I am again.
To: Christian Grey You’ve made me cry again. I love the iPad. I love the songs. I love the British Library App. I love you. Goodnight. Ana xx.
Man can hope, dream even.
What a time to have a brain-to-mouth filter malfunction.
I can’t bear to hurt you because I love you.
My favorite sound in the whole world is your giggle, Anastasia.
There is something about Christian that is old-fashioned and romantic.
Oh no! My subconscious slams down her Complete Works of Charles Dickens, leaps up from her armchair, and puts her hands on her hips.
Oh my.
I don’t know any other way. Anastasia. This is who I am.
My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.
I’m intoxicated with this man, my man, my Fifty Shades.