#shades

My name might be similar, but I'd never say 'Laters, baby. ↗

— Jennifer Probst

#fifty-shades-of-grey #humor #maximus-gray #humor

I'm very emotional. That's why I wear shades a lot. ↗

— Duane Chapman

#i #lot #shades #very #wear

There are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl's complexion. ↗

— Audrey Hepburn

#complexion #girl #limelight #shades #wreck

The moon is bland in color. I call it shades of gray. You know, the only color we see is what we bring or the Earth, which is looking down upon us all the time. And to find orange soil on the moon was a surprise. ↗

— Gene Cernan

#bring #call #color #down #earth

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

#anastasia #anastasia-steele #christian #christian-grey #e-l-james

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

#anastasia-grey #anastasia-steele #christian #christian-grey #e-l-james

It turns out that the 'Cry It Out' method of baby sleep training, where you ignore that your kid is screaming, crying and turning 40 shades of purple so that she can break herself out of the habit of being spoiled and cuddled to sleep, does more harm - way more - than good. ↗

— Denene Millner

#being #break #cry #crying #does

During the Cold War, we lived in coded times when it wasn't easy and there were shades of grey and ambiguity. ↗

— John le Carre

#coded #cold #cold war #during #easy

My boss is like an angry bear with a sore head and poison ivy up his ass. ↗

— E.L. James

#fifty-shades-darker #humor #humor

She says that I have to abstain from all sexual activity for the next four weeks.” Christian’s mouth drops open in shock, and I cannot keep a straight face any longer and grin at him like an idiot. “Gotcha!” He narrows his eyes, and I immediately stop laughing. In fact, he looks rather forbidding. Oh shit. My subconscious quails me in the corner as all the blood drains from my face, and I imagine him putting me across his knee again. “Gotcha!” He says and smirks. ↗

— E.L. James

#imagination