"Story of the Eye" Quotes

I had always imagined that when I met a monster I would plunge in a knife or something, but I didn't do anything of the sort.

I recall that the sensation of orgasm, experienced without shame or malice, that interrupted our nocturnal games, was not merely regarded as normal, but as our due.

Obscenities and cruelties have an illustrious background.

Pleasure has a soft, weak face.

There is nothing more excruciating than to be caressed by a man who is not loved.

The rottenness of my memory triumphed: they delighted me in her mind, but now I found them ridiculous.

Violence is a question of means, not of intentions.

The flesh was strains and quivers and tears of noise and pain, like the cunning of dreams.

Tears came to my eyes, but I restrained them, not to offend her.

I only shall weep, hidden in my turn.