“Damon: I'm mad at you because I love you!”

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

“I can't bear to hurt you because I love you.”

“This is me, Ana. All of me...and I'm all yours. What do I have to do to make you realize that? To make you see that I want you any way I can get you. That I love you.”

“Of course I do. I love you touching me, Ana. I'm like a starving man at a banquet when it comes to your touch.”

“I love you,” I murmur, and he smiles his heart-achingly shy smile, and I melt. “I will always love you, Christian.”“And I you,” he says softly.“In spite of my disobedience?” I raise my eyebrow.“Because of your disobedience, Anastasia.” He grins.”

“- "Why don't you like to be touched?" - "Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia”