#had

Anastasia, you're going to have to learn to be rich, too, if you say yes.' He says softly. 'Wealth isn't something I've ever aspired to, Christian.' I frown. 'I know. I love that about you. But then you've never been hungry.' He says simply. ↗

— E.L. James

#fifty-shades-darker #hunger #rich #wealth #love

Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of your being? ↗

— Nema Al-Araby

#love #shadows #love

if you want to cry. cry in front of me. I should know - Cristian Grey ↗

— E.L. James

#fifty #grey #love #shades #love

Now Hadley presses her forehead against the window of the taxi and once again finds herself smiling at the thought of him. He's like a song she can't get out of her head. Hard as she tries, the melody of their meeting runs through her mind on an endless loop, each time as surprisingly sweet as the last, like a lullaby, like a hymn, and she doesn't think she could ever get tired of hearing it. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#hadley #love #love

This is all I know, too. Perhaps together we can chart a new course. ↗

— E.L. James

#anastasia #anastasia-steele #e-l-james #fifty-shades #fifty-shades-of-grey

When I was a child and teenager I read whenever I had the opportunity, but since then I've found it hard to read as much as I'd like, children, work, and pets all providing powerful incentives to escape into a book and a practical reason why I rarely do so. ↗

— Louise Brown

#child #children #escape #found #had

I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer screen like a disorientated moth, one searching for a flaming light of recognition from someone/anyone! ↗

— Tom Conrad

#love #madness #moths #punctuation #revenge

Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of our being? ↗

— Nema Al-Araby

#love #shadows #love

When I first saw you when we were destined, I promised myself that I wouldn't force you to love me, but I would find a way to win you. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#calla #nightshade #ren #love

Hadley grabs the laminated safety instructions from the seat pocket in front of her and frowns at the cartoon men and women who seem weirdly delighted to be bailing out of a series of cartoon planes. Beside her, Oliver stifles a laugh, and she glances up again. “What?” “I’ve just never seen anyone actually read one of those things before,” “Well,” she says, “then you’re very lucky to be sitting next to me.” “Just in general?” She grins. “Well, particularly in case of an emergency.” “Right,” he says. “I feel incredibly safe. When I’m knocked unconscious by my tray table during some sort of emergency landing, I can’t wait to see all five-foot-nothing of you carry me out of here. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#oliver #love