Quotes by E.L. James

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.

No. No!” he says.“I . . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know.“You can’t go. Ana, I love you!”“I love you, too, Christian, it’s just—”“No . . . no!” he says in desperation and puts both hands on his head. “Christian .

Goodbye, Christian, I murmur.Ana, goodbye, he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken,a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I feel inside. I tear my gaze away from him before I can change my mind and try to comfort him.The elevator doors close close and it whisks me down to the bowels of the basement and to my own personal hell.

And so a pattern develops: wake, work cry. sleep. I cant even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright and bright all haunt me. And the music... so much music-I cannot bear to hear any music. I am careful to avoid it at all costs. Even the jingles in commercials make me shudder.

Its very hard to grow up in a perfect family when youre not perfect.

Oh... Blip. Yeah, I see. He sounds distracted, awed. Your child, I whisper.Our child. He counters.

So youve just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesnt 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. Hes still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez-- talk about wham, bam, thank you maam.

Do you trust me Ana?Ana! Yes,I do.I respond spontaneously, not thinking...because its true-I do trust him.Well,thenhe looks relieved. The rest of this stuff is just detailsimportant details

Lying in my bed, I pray for a dreamless sleep... but if I am to dream, I want to dream of her.

Anastasia, youre going to have to learn to be rich, too, if you say yes. He says softly. Wealth isnt something Ive ever aspired to, Christian. I frown. I know. I love that about you. But then youve never been hungry. He says simply.

I need you. Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.

After youve taken so much trouble to set up recorder, you ask me now?

Suddenly, as one, all the Greys stop talking and gape at Christian. What? Christian is singing softly to himself at the piano. Silence descends on us all as we strain to hear his soft, lyrical voice. Ive heard him sing before, havent they? He stops, suddenly conscious of the deathly hush thats fallen over the room. Kate glances questioningly at me and I shrug. Christian turns on the stool and frowns, embarrassed to realize hes become the center of attention.Go on, Grace urges softly. Ive never heard you sing, Christian. Ever.

Ana, honey, youve always had a tendency to overanalyse everything. Go with your gut.

Relationships like this are built on honesty and trust. If you dont trust me-trust me to know how Im affecting you, how far I can go with you, how far I can take you-if you cant be honest with me, then we really cant do this.

Has that obscenely rich fucker upset you again?

Id like to bite that lip.

I have fallen for someone whos so emotionally shut down, I will only get hurt.