Fifty Shades Quotes

“Don't get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“It's much easier to wear your pain on the outside...”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“But I'm a selfish man. I've wanted you since you fell into my office. You are exquisite, honest, warm, strong, witty, beguilingly innocent; the list is endless. I'm in awe of you. I want you, and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twisting in my dark soul.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

“It's because I'm pregnant, Christian."
He snorts, and his mouth twists into an ironic smile. "If I knew getting you knocked up was going to make you eat, I might have done it earlier.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“I love you and all your kinky fuckery”
― E.L. James

“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?”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“Christian Grey just sent me a winkey ... Oh my. I fire up Google.”
― E.L. James

“And the baby?" The words are anguished, breathless.
"The baby's fine, Mr. Grey."
"Oh, thank God." The words are litany... a prayer, "Oh, thank God.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“You are one brave woman," he whispers, "I am in awe of you.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“God, I’m a lucky son of a bitch.” - Christian Grey”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“I'd never beat you black and blue. I aim for pink." -- Christian Grey”
― E.L. James

“I feel the color in my cheeks rising again. I must be the color of The Communist Manifesto.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“Drawing up my knees, I fold in on myself. I want to make myself as small as possible. Perhaps this nonsensical pain will be smaller the smaller I am. Placing my head on my knees, I let the irrational tears fall unrestrained. I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“We didn’t-?” I whisper, my mouth drying in mortified horror as I can’t complete the question. I stare at my hands.
“Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my women sentient and receptive,” he says dryly.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“From: Christian Grey
Subject: &*%$&*&*
Date: August 23 2011 11:23
To: Anastasia Grey

Believe me when I say there are a great many things he'd like to do to your ass right now. Firing you is not one of them.

Christian Grey
CEO & Ass man, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“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.

Anastasia
You are My More
My Love, My Life
Christian”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“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.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

“If you call yourself an "authoress" on your Facebook profile, you suck at life. You are stupid and your children are ugly. It doesn't matter if you're just trying to be cute and original. You're not. You are about as original as all those other witless twits "writing" the one millionth shitty Fifty Shades clone. Or maybe you're trying to show your 2000 fake Facebook "friends" that you are an empowered feminist who will not stand for sexist terminology. But you're not showing people that you are fighting the good fight, you're showing people that you are a sheep, who's trying just a little too hard to ride the current wave of idiotic political correctness. The word "author" is no more gender-discrimination than the word "person." Do you call yourself a personess? No, of course not, because then you might as well wear a sign around your neck that says, "Hello, I'm a retard.”
― Oliver Markus

“You're not celibate, then?" I breathe.
Amusement lights up his eyes.
"No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“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.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“This is all I know, too. Perhaps together we can chart a new course.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“Abruptly, Elliot startles us all by standing and pulling his chair back so it scrapes across the tile floor. All eyes turn to him. He gazes down at Kate for one moment and then drops to one knee beside her.
Oh. My. God.
He reaches for her hand, and silence settles like a blanket over the entire restaurant as everyone stops eating, stops talking, stops walking, and stares.
"My beautiful Kate, I love you. Your grace, your beauty, and your fiery spirit have no equal, and you have captured my heart. Spend your life with me. Marry me."
Holy shit!”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

“You wanted hearts and flowers. You have my heart - & here are the flowers.”
― Christian Grey

“Why do women love to read about sexually aggressive billionaire bad boy alpha males but condemn the same behavior in real life?”
― Oliver Markus Malloy, Inside The Mind of an Introvert: Comics, Deep Thoughts and Quotable Quotes

“Take it easy, but take it”
― Jamie Dornan

“.....I can't imagine my life without you.”
― E.L. James

“E L James, Party Games

you’re looking kind of smug
inserting that god damn anal plug
giving me your kinky love

after writing Fifty Shades
you’re acting like some kind of renegade
giving me your kinky love

sit me on a dildo and spin me right around
chain me up and hang me upside down
giving me your kinky love

god damn you E L James
making me into some kind of party game
giving me your kinky love

put me in a dream
and wheel in the Fucking Machine
god damn you E L James

spank a hand on my bum
see how much I can cum
god damn you E L James

stand me up and sit me down
lay me out and roll me about
god damn you E L James

BDSM
electro impulses up my brainstem
god damn you E L James

cast me in a submissive role-play
with my genitals on display
god damn you E L James

suspend me high in the air
slap me around like I don’t care
god damn you E L James

take that whip off the shelf
make me forget myself
god damn you E L James

Why are you wearing oven mittens?
branding iron your name written
inner goddess don’t keep in hidden
god damn you E L James

holy crap
my mind has snapped
to forget one thing that I have heard
I’m never going to use the safe-word
god damn you E L James

By R.M.Romarney”
― R.M. Romarney

“If Fifty Shades is your idea of a good book, you have no idea what a good book is.”
― Oliver Markus Malloy, Inside The Mind of an Introvert: Comics, Deep Thoughts and Quotable Quotes

“I love you Anastasia”
― E.L. James

“I’ve something to show you in here,” he murmurs and opens the door.
The harsh light of the fluorescents illuminates the impressive motor
launch in the dock, bobbing gently on the dark water. There’s a row boat
beside it.
“Come.” Christian takes my hand and leads me up the wooden stairs.
Opening the door at the top, he steps aside to let me in.
My mouth drops to the floor. The attic is unrecognizable. The room is
filled with flowers... there are flowers everywhere. Someone has created a
magical bower of beautiful wild meadow flowers mixed with glowing fairy
lights and miniature lanterns that glow soft and pale round the room.
My face whips round to meet his, and he’s gazing at me, his expression
unreadable. He shrugs.
“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.” I can’t think of what else to say. My heart is in my
mouth as tears prick my eyes.”
― E.L. James