"Story of O" Quotes

O was the absence of thought, the void of will. The only person to whom she could still cling, it occurred to her, was herself. But herself was no longer enough.

A few minutes later, O was being whipped by René. She didn't feel any pleasure, only the humiliation of her position.

Now he was an object, nothing more, for Miss Anne-Marie was an encarnacion of the pure will to dominate. Or, to phrase it another way, an instrument of Love.

Shivering with cold and desire simultaneously, O only asked that once more he place his hands between her knees.

Once she had passed through the initial waves of suffering, O settled back into her role, the obedient servant who never thought, never felt, never wanted anything. O was serene.

She wanted to be desecrated, violated, forced to do things which revolted her. Who knows why, sometimes? She only knew that the thought excited her.

The distinction between my fantasies and realities lies in the fact that the realities will always surpass the fantasies.

Pleasure and pain are very close. And love and hate can be closer still.

Every restriction situated just on the brink of pleasure was welcome to O; she would always sense in it a possible reality.

For the first time, faintly, it occurred to her that others might find the chain a symbol of enslavement. For her, it represented liberation.