Quotes About Masochism

You'd be a masochist or a lunatic to be addicted to getting live hair follicles ripped out of the back of your head and surgically implanted into the front of your head.

The quality which makes man want to write and be read is essentially a desire for self-exposure and masochism. Like one of those guys who has a compulsion to take his thing out and show it on the street.

There are men who have themselves whipped simply to increase their sexual pleasure. These, in contrast with true masochists, regard flagellation as a means to an end.

Jogging, I believe they call it. It seems to be an epidemic psychological illness afflicting Americans these days. A form of masochism, like the flagellantes in the Middle Ages.

The best explanation of masochism, the appeal of masochism, is that it accepts shame; the sickening shame one must swallow and hide is at last accepted, employed, even loved—the shame about a mutilation, hairiness, too much or not enough fat, the shame about wanting to serve, to be a dog, son, wife, slave, horse, prisoner.

If the baron is a masochist himself, then why would he attract another masochist? I suppose he wants someone cute to attract other sadists.

Many masochistic characters engage in the game of failure to cover an inner feeling of superiority.

It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.

To program their psychological matrices to include promiscuity and masochism.

Thy will be done –' No Muslim claiming to be a 'slave of God' ever gave a more sweeping consent than that. In that prayer you invite Him to do His worst. The perfect masochist.

We're programmed for suffering, not joy. The masochism is built in at a very early age. You're supposed to work and suffer - and the trouble is: you believe it.

Nostalgia is masochism and masochism is something masochists love to share.

Hitler reacted primarily in a sadistic fashion toward people, but masochistically toward fate, history, the "higher power" of nature.

Masochista má - i když nevÄ›domé - pÃ…â"¢ání nehody, nemoci, ponížení. U masochistické perverze - kdy je toto pÃ…â"¢ání sexuálnÄ› zabarveno a pro osobu ménÄ› nebezpe?né - je toto masochistické pÃ…â"¢ání dokonce vÄ›domé.

The sadist doesn't create a masochist; he finds him already made.

Inside every sadist is a masochist, cringing to taste his own medicine.

I can easily imagine belonging to one man for my entire life, but he would have to be a whole man, a man who would dominate me, who would subjugate me by his inate strength. And every man—I know this very well—as soon as he falls in love becomes weak, pliable, ridiculous. He puts himself into the woman's hands, kneels down before her. The only man whom I could love permanently would be he before whom I should have to kneel.

Yes, I am cruel—since you take so much delight in that word-and am I not entitled to be so? Man is the one who desires, woman the one who is desired. This is woman's entire but decisive advantage. Through his passion nature has given man into woman's hands, and the woman who does not know how to make him her subject, her slave, her toy, and how to betray him with a smile in the end is not wise.

It is interesting to note that in every phase of life feminine masochism finds some form of expression.

For those with drive, wit, vision, ego and a masochistic outlook, there is always room.

I can only make notes. With Staff, it is my idealization of myself and others. Behind my masochism lies sadism. Behind my indirectness does not lie femininity, but a crippled, fearful self who does not dare. Behind my idealizations lie a primitive woman, indirect uses of power, subtle forms of destructiveness, this hunger.

I can tell now about the breathing exercises, which at first caused anxiety, sobbing and pain, but which brought release, warmth and sensuality afterwards. There is confusion between femininity and masochism, a real split. The only release I had was sensual, and since it was the only release, I over-emphasized it and became a nymphomaniac.

El fracaso, el desasosiego, los pesares derivados de la falta de virtud, las verdaderas enfermedades, la herida del tiempo y toda suerte de agravios sociales y personales riegan con su amargura la vida. Basta que esa amargura rebase ciertos límites para caer en la dependencia de algún placer ambivalente, muchas veces de raíz masoquista, que ayuda a seguir viviendo cuando falta la decisión necesaria para el suicidio, y falta también la alegría de existir.

Omdat ik niets zo leuk vind als jou te kwellen. Had je dat niet gemerkt?' 'Hélas, ja,' zei ik, terwijl ik een kus op haar haar drukte. 'Dat heb ik maar al te goed gemerkt, al sinds een aantal jaren, en het ergste is dat ik niet door schade en schande wijzer word. Ik lijk het zelfs leuk te vinden. We zijn het volmaakte paar: de sadiste en de masochist.