Laters, baby.
Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Perhaps I’ve spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.
You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.
We aim to please Miss Steele.
Never trust a man who can dance.
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”.