You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince
Christian, you are the state lottery, the cure for cancer, and the three wishes from Aladdin’s lamp all rolled into one
I hug him tightly. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Christian. I love you so much it frightens me.” “Me, too,” he breathes. “My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.
I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.
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 wanted hearts and flowers,” he murmurs.I blink at him, not quite believing what I’m seeing.“You have my heart.” And he waves toward the room.“And here are the flowers,” I whisper, completing his sentence. “Christian, it’s lovely.
Don’t get your panties in such a twist… and give me back mine.
Of course. Silly me. Such a sad, exciting score, which no doubt you can play? So many accomplishments, Mr. Grey.”“And the greatest one is you, Miss Steele.
You’ve brushed your teeth,” He says, staring at me.”I used your toothbrush.”His lips quirk up in a half smile. “Oh Anastasia Steele, what am I going to do with you?
I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can’t love me.
It’s much easier to wear your pain on the outside…
I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was – my dashed hopes, dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.
It’s very hard to grow up in a perfect family when you’re not perfect.
Oh… Blip. Yeah, I see.” He sounds distracted, awed. “Your child,” I whisper.”Our child.” He counters.
So you’ve just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn’t love you. In fact, he has odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.
Having the thought of you being with someone else is like a knife twisting in my dark soul
I glance down his body. He’s still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez– talk about wham, bam, thank you ma’am.
Do you trust me Ana?”Ana! “Yes,I do.”I respond spontaneously, not thinking…because it’s true-I do trust him.”Well,then”he looks relieved. “The rest of this stuff is just details””important details
Lying in my bed, I pray for a dreamless sleep… but if I am to dream, I want to dream of her.
I need you.” Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.
After you’ve taken so much trouble to set up recorder, you ask me now?
Ana, honey, you’ve always had a tendency to overanalyse everything. Go with your gut.
Relationships like this are built on honesty and trust. If you don’t trust me-trust me to know how I’m affecting you, how far I can go with you, how far I can take you-if you can’t be honest with me, then we really can’t do this.
I have fallen for someone who’s so emotionally shut down, I will only get hurt.
And in this quiet moment, as I close my eyes, spent and sated, I think I’m in the eye of the storm. And in spite of all he’s said and what he hasn’t said, I don’t think I have ever been so happy.
Darling, you know what they say. You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.” I give her a lopsided, bittersweet smile. “I think I’ve kissed a prince, Mom. I hope he doesn’t turn into a frog.
Are you still mad at me?””Yes.””I’ll go back to sleep, then.””Good.
Besides, immense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control things.
The only man I’ve ever been attracted to, and he comes with a bloody contract, a flogger, and a whole world of issues.
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
You really have to let me fight my own battles. You can’t constantly second-guess me and try to protect me. It’s stifling.
Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His over-whelming good looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me? The way he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? I wish he’d stop doing that.
It’s taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car, just to show you that you’re mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I’ll buy you a fucking car” Christian Grey
The platinum Omega watch he gave me at breakfast on our first morning in London obscures the red line. The inscription still makes me swoon. AnastasiaYou are My MoreMy Love, My LifeChristian
If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.
How could he mean so much to me in such a short time?
You are one brave woman,” he whispers, “I am in awe of you.
We always hurt the ones we love, darling. You’ll have to tell her you’re sorry. And mean it and give her time. – Grace Trevelyan-Grey to Christian Grey
Now please don’t refer to yourself ass some woman I fuck occasionally because, quite frankly, it makes me mad, and you really wouldn’t like me when I”m angry.