Quotes by E.L. James

I dont want anything to happen to you. You being hurt...that thought fills me with dread. I cant promise not to interfere, not if I think youll come to harm. He pauses and takes a deep breath. I love you, Anastasia. I will do everything in my power to protect you. I cannt imagine my life without you.

Hes pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to beI rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favourite smell - Christian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul

And in this quiet moment, as I close my eyes, spent and sated, I think Im in the eye of the storm. And in spite of all hes said and what he hasnt said, I dont 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.Ill 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.

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

I would have told you earlier, but as it was your birthday . . . What do you give the man who has everything? I thought I’d give you . . . me.”He puts the keychain down on the bedside table and snuggles in beside me, pulling me into his arms against his chest so that we’re spooning.“It’s perfect. Like you.

He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist. I suppress my moan. This is mine, he whispers aggressively. All mine. Do you understand? He eases his finger in and out as he gazes down at me, gauging my reaction, his eyes burning. Yes, yours,

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

I was Mrs. Taylor yesterday.” I grin at Taylor, who flushes.“That has a nice ring to it, Miss Steele,” Taylor says matter-of-factly.“I thought so, too.”Christian tightens his hold on my hand, scowling. “If you two have quite finished, I’d like a debrief.” He glares at Taylor, who now looks uncomfortable, and I cringe inwardly. I have overstepped the mark.“Sorry,” I mouth at Taylor, who shrugs and smiles kindly before I turn to follow Christian.“I’ll be with you shortly. I just want a word with Miss Steele,” Christian says to Taylor, and I know I’m in trouble.Christian leads me into his bedroom and closes the door.“Don’t flirt with the staff, Anastasia,” he scolds.I open my mouth to defend myself—then close it again, then open it. “I wasn’t flirting. I was being friendly—there is a difference.”“Don’t be friendly with the staff or flirt with them. I don’t like it.”Oh. Good-bye, carefree Christian. “I’m sorry,” I mutter and stare down at my fingers. He hasn’t made me feel like a child all day. Reaching down he cups my chin, pulling my head up to meet his eyes.“You know how jealous I am,” he whispers.“You have no reason to be jealous, Christian. You own me body and soul.

You really have to let me fight my own battles. You cant constantly second-guess me and try to protect me. Its 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 hed stop doing that.

Its taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car, just to show you that youre mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, Ill 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 dont know much, he murmurs. You know all the wrong things. Wrong? Not to me. He shakes his head. He looks so sincere. Try it, he whispers. A challenge, daring me, and he cocks his head to one side and smiles his crooked, dazzling smile. I gasp, and Im Eve in the Garden of Eden, and hes the serpent, and I cannot resist.

So you’ll get your kicks by exerting your will over me.”“It’s about gaining your trust and your respect, so you’ll let me exert my will over you. I will gain a great deal of pleasure, joy, even in your submission. The more you submit, the greater my joy – it’s a very simple equation.”“Okay, and what do I get out of this?”He shrugs and looks almost apologetic.“Me,” he says simply.