Quotes from Pauline Réage

O se alegraba de que René la hiciera azotar y la prostituyera porque su apasionada sumisión daba a su amante la prueba de su entrega.

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.

Únicamente en los momentos en los que me haces sufrir cuando no corro peligro. No debiste aceptar ser un dios para mí, si los deberes de los dioses te dan miedo, y todo el mundo sabe que los dioses no son tan tiernos. Ya me has visto llorar. Ahora te queda el tomarle el gusto a mis lágrimas.

Ele não queria se separar dela. Quanto mais a entregasse mais ela pertencia a ele. O fato de oferecê-la era mais uma prova , e devia ser para ela também, de que ela lhe pertencia; só se pode dar aquilo que se tem.

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. But

Pero nada le ayudaba tanto como el silencio, excepto las cadenas. Las cadenas y el silencio, que hubieran debido atarla al fondo de sí misma, ahogarla, estrangularla, por el contrario la liberaban.

Aquel al que se espera, porque se le espera, ya está presente, ya se muestra dueño y señor.

Lo que él le pedía, ella lo deseaba inmediatamente sólo porque él se lo pedía.

You're confusing love and obedience. You'll obey me without loving me, and without my loving you." With

I love you, do whatever you want with me, but don't leave me, for God's sake don't leave me." Who

she lost herself in a delirious absence from herself which restored her to love and, perhaps, brought her to the edge of death.

Él era demasiado joven para saber el impudor que hay en la inmovilidad y el silencio.

Keep me rather in this cage, and feed me sparingly, if you dare. Anything that brings me closer to illness and the edge of death makes me more faithful. It is only when you make me suffer that I feel safe and secure. You should never have agreed to be a god for me if you were afraid to assume the duties of a god, and we know that they are not as tender as all that. You have already seen me cry. Now you must learn to relish my tears.

As a matter of fact," the other voice went on, "if you do tie her up from time to time, or whip her just a little, and she begins to like it, that's no good either. You have to get past the pleasure stage, until you reach the stage of tears.

Would she ever dare tell him that no pleasure, no joy, no figment of her imagination could ever compete with the happiness she felt at the way he used her with such utter freedom, at the notion that he could do anything with her, that there was no limit, no restriction in the manner with which, on her body, he might search for pleasure?

The chains and the silence, which should have bound her deep within herself, which should have smothered her, strangled her, on the contrary freed her from herself.

Whatever he wanted of her she wanted too, solely because he was asking it of her.

Finally a woman confesses! Confess what? What women never allowed themselves to confess. What men always criticized on them: they only obey the blood and everything is sex on them, even the spirit.

Her freedom was worse than any chains.

She was waiting for more than permission, since she already had permission. She was waiting for an order.

She was no longer free? Yes! thank God, she was no longer free. But she was light, a nymph on clouds, a fish in water, lost in happiness.

She wanted him to love her, there, the truth was out: she wanted him to be chafing under the urge to touch her lips and penetrate her body, to devastate her if need be, but not to remain so calm and self-possessed.

Keep me rather in this cage, and feed me sparingly, if you dare. Anything that brings me closer to illness and the edge of death makes me more faithful. It is only when you make me suffer that I feel safe and secure. You should never have agreed to be a god for me if you were afraid to assume the duties of a god, and we all know that they are not as tender as all that. You have already seen me cry. Now you must learn to relish my tears.

To say that O began to await her lover the minute he left her is a vast understatement: she was henceforth nothing but vigil and night.