This post is a collection of quotes from the book - Freed by E. L. James. Freed is a deeper and darker take on the love story that has enthralled millions of readers around the globe.
Good morning, Miss Steele. It’s always a treat to wake up to you.
The peace, the beauty, and being with Ana restores my good humor. To hell with work this afternoon. It’s Sunday. I want some fun with my girl.
It will only ever be Ana. The sun, the moon, the stars - they rise and set with her.
Her wish is my command. I start to fuck her. Hard. Each stroke. Each push. Takes me away from everything, all my strife, all my worries. There’s only Ana. My girl. My lover. My light.
I need to be in control. Always. Without control, there is chaos. And anger. And hurt, and fear ... and pain.
Living without Ana would be unbearable. I know what it’s like to bathe in her light. She is warmth and life and home. She is everything. I want her by my side. I love her.
Life is not always going to go your way. The key is to recognize those moments. Sometimes it’s better to concede the battle to win the war.
Communicate and compromise - that’s what marriage is all about.
My girl is beside me, The Killers are on the sound system, and we’re going soaring, in my new sailplane. All is right in the world.
Anastasia Steele, you are the most disarming woman I know.
We choose what we show to different people. It’s part of what makes us human.
A bit of advice, on a personal level. Happy wife. Happy life. Trust me on this one.
Baby, it’s our party, and we can do whatever we want. We’ve cut the cake. And right now, I’d like to whisk you away and have you all to myself.
The paparazzi are parasites who will stop at nothing to invade our privacy.
She’s my life raft, while I’m adrift, trying to make sense of what’s happening to me. When I’m with her, in her, all is right with the world.
I love you touching me, Ana. I’m like a starving man at a banquet when it comes to your touch.
I like to make the odd impromptu visit. It keeps management on their toes, wives in their place
Marriage is a serious business. It sure is. Sometimes too serious, especially if your wife doesn’t agree with you. Communicate and compromise. This should be my new mantra.
You’ve got to let me make my own decisions, take my own risks, and make my own mistakes, and let me learn from them. I need to walk before I can run, Christian, don’t you see? I want some independence.
I just want to give you the world, Ana, everything and anything you want. And save you from it, too. Keep you safe.
Enough of this primping. I want to fuck you seven shades of Sunday, and we can do it in here or in the bedroom. You decide.
I want to hang on to my anger. It protects me and keeps her away from me. It keeps me safe. Safe from more complex and difficult feelings.
I need control, Ana. Like I need you. It’s the only way I can function. I can’t let go of it. I can’t. I’ve tried.
Christian, you are the state lottery, the cure for cancer, and the three wishes from Aladdin’s lamp all rolled into one.
You are one kinky son of a bitch. Out. I don’t want you to watch me pee. That’s a step too far.
I imagine that in your subconscious you don’t think you deserve to be happy. But let me set you right on that. You do. You are allowed to be happy. After all, it’s an unalienable right written into your constitution.
You have more money than sense!
I don’t want to be poor. I’ve done that. I’m not going back there again.
I love philanthropic Christian. Oh, I love megalomaniac Christian, too, and control-freak Christian, sexpertise Christian, kinky Christian, romantic Christian, shy Christian - the list is endless.
You’re an adult now. You need to grow up and smell the fucking coffee, and stop behaving like a petulant adolescent.
When one’s husband prefers the company of his ex-mistress, it’s usually not a good sign.
Children will do that to you. They make you look at the world in a different light.
I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.
My world was ordered, calm, and controlled, then you came into my life with your smart mouth, your innocence, your beauty, and your quiet temerity and everything before you was just dull, empty, mediocre. It was nothing.
You see, Ana, I want you to myself. I don’t want to share you. What we have, I’ve never had before. I want to be the center of your universe, for a while at least.
Ana knows me. She refracts my darkness and turns it to brilliant light.
I’m an in-the-moment kind of guy.
You don’t truly learn what unconditional love is until you have a child.