#shade

And that's just what I'm saying. I would never want to be like certain people, who change the way they dress, go out in disguise, wear a big floppy hat and dark shades. I would hate that. ↗

— Todd Solondz

#certain #change #dark #disguise #dress

Never have a companion that casts you in the shade. ↗

— Baltasar Gracian

#casts #companion #never #shade #you

I love to see other women in pink. It's good for every shade of skin and hair. ↗

— Elizabeth Hurley

#good #hair #i #i love #love

I like to make people look as good as they'd like to look, and with luck, a shade better. ↗

— Norman Parkinson

#good #i #like #look #luck

Is there anything you won't do?" "I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know?" "I've never done anything like this." "Well, when you've had sex, was there anything that you didn't like doing?" For the first time in what seems to be ages, I blush. "You can tell me, Anastasia. We have to be honest with each other or this isn't going to work." I squirm uncomfortably again and stare at my knotted fingers. "Tell me," he commands. "Well...I haven't had sex before, so I don't know." My voice is small. I peek up at him, and he's gaping at me, frozen, and pale-really pale. "Never?" he whispers. T shake my head. "You're a virgin?" he breathes. I nod, flushing again. He closed his eyes and looks to be counting to ten. When he opens them again, he's angry, glaring at me. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" he growls ↗

— E. L. James

#age

He is Jason and Hercules and Perseus---a figure so strong and beautiful and heroic that the blood of the gods must flow through him, because how else could a being so fine exist in this world? ↗

— J. Kenner

#bared-to-you #fifty-shades-of-grey #romance #titan #beauty

My inner goddess confirms that staring at a beautiful/rich/powerful face is the basis of True Love. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#drama #fifty-shades #fifty-shades-of-grey #inner-goddess #love

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. ↗

— E.L. James

#christian #christiangrey #fiftyshades #grey #change

Zoë threw up her hands in exasperation. "I hate this language. It changes too often! ↗

— Rick Riordan

#zoe-nightshade #change

I wasn't aware we were fighting. I thought we were communicating, ↗

— E.L. James

#communication