E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed

"We always hurt the ones we love, darling. You’ll have to tell her you’re sorry. And mean it and give her time. - Grace Trevelyan-Grey to Christian Grey"

"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"

"Are you still mad at me"Yes."I'll go back to sleep, then."Good."

"I need you." Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do."

"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."

"It's much easier to wear your pain on the outside..."

"He tastes of white wine and apple pie and Christian. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me while our tongues explore and curl and twist around each other, my blood heating in my veins. We're breathless when Christian pulls away."

"Good evening, Mrs. Grey," Christian says softly. He's standing by the piano, dressed in a tight black T-shirt, and jeans...those jeans- the ones he wore in the playroom. Oh my. They are over washed pale-blue denim, snug, ripped at the knee and hot. He saunters over to me, his feet bare, the top button of the jeans undone, his smoldering eyes never leaving mine. "Good to have you home. I've been waiting for you."

"Anatasia You Are My More My Love, My Life Christian"

"I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love."

"Christian, you are the state lottery, the cure for cancer, and the three wishes from Aladdin's lamp all rolled into one"