Quotes from Pauline Réage

I'll do whatever you like

a woman's desire is harmless and of no consequence?

She considered herself fortunate to count enough in his eyes for him to derive pleasure from offending her, as believers give thanks to God for humbling them.

O was happy that René had had her whipped and had prostituted her, because her impassioned submission would furnish her lover with the proof that she belonged to him, but also because the pain and shame of the lash, and the outrage inflicted upon her by those who compelled her to pleasure when they took her, and at the same time delighted in their own without paying the slightest heed to hers, seemed to her the very redemption of her sins.

Não é esquecendo as fontes ardentes do sangue que você vai secá-las.

Só se dá aquilo que se possui.

Those who love God, and by Him abandoned in the dark of night, are guilty, /because/ they are abandoned. They cast back into their memories, searching for their sins.

a reviewer should never be afraid to make a fool of himself.

It is something a man would never have thought of, or at least would never have dared express. And

All four of them had taken her, and she had not been able to distinguish him from the others. They

To this day, no one knows who Pauline Réage is.

And yet never had she felt herself more totally committed to a will which was not her own, more totally a slave, and more content to be so. When

Finally, let it be said that to surrender oneself to the will of others (as often happens with lovers and mystics) and so find oneself at last rid of selfish pleasures, interests, and personal complexes, is in no wise a joyless act, nor one lacking in grandeur.

Story of O is one of those books which marks the reader, which leaves him not quite, or not at all, the same as he was before he read it.

You have to get past the pleasure stage, until you reach the stage of tears.

She did not wish to die, but if torture was the price she had to pay to keep her lover's love, then she only hoped he was pleased that she had endured it. All soft and silent she waited, waited for them to bring her back to him. None

Haces mal en asombrarte. Considera mejor tu amor. Se horrorizaría si comprendiera durante un solo instante que soy mujer y que estoy viva. Y no es olvidando las fuentes ardientes de la sangre como vas a cegarlas

Ella no deseaba morir, pero si el suplicio era el precio que tenía que pagar para que su amante siguiera amándola, no pedía más que él estuviera contento de que ella lo hubiera sufrido y, sumisa y callada, esperaba que la condujeran a él.

Nadie puede dar lo que no le pertenece.

Su promesa la ataba tanto como las pulseras de cuero y las cadenas.

Tú confundes el amor con la obediencia. A mí me obedecerás sin amarme y sin que yo te ame.

Iba a tardar tanto en reducirla que al fin acabaría por enamorarse de su obra.

Quién se apiada del que espera? Se le reconoce fácilmente: por su mansedumbre, por su mirada atenta, pero, con una atención falsa, atentos a otra cosa que lo que están mirando: a la ausencia.

Aquellos que aman a Dios y a los que Dios abandona en la oscuridad son culpables porque han sido abandonados. Buscan sus faltas en su memoria.