#shades

So you're my boss now," I snap. "Technically, I'm you're boss's boss's boss." "And technically, it's gross moral turpitude- the fact that i am fucking my boss's boss's boss." "At the moment, you're arguing with him." Christian scowls. ↗

— E.L. James

#boss #fifty-shades #christianity

You sure are a sweet girl, Scout. I'm half tempted to keep you." "Ummm... Thanks?" Knowing she was a potential Alpha I worried about what "keeping me" might entail. Probably chains. And whips. And maybe a dog collar. And now I was going to have to live with scary Fifty Shades Aunt Rachel pictures living in my head for all time. ↗

— Tammy Blackwell

#funny-quotes #funny

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

#christian-grey #e-l-james #fifty-shades #fifty-shades-freed #fifty-shades-of-grey

If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know. ↗

— E.L. James

#ana-steele #anastasia-grey #anastasia-steele #conflict #fifty-shades-freed

...we're dealing with two devils who both want to rule hell. ↗

— Ruta Sepetys

#quotes #ruta-sepetys #soviet-occupation #stalin #world-war-ii

Well, there's different shades of Hollywood, sure. I mean, I'm working in this business but I'm not Hollywood. ↗

— Shia LaBeouf

#different #hollywood #i #mean #shades

In common use almost every word has many shades of meaning, and therefore needs to be interpreted by the context. ↗

— Alfred Marshall

#common #context #every #interpreted #many

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

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

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