Now her eyes meet mine like green lightning-they are green, these eyes of hers, whose power is so indescribable-green, but as are precious stones, or deep unfathomable mountain lakes.
Leopold von Sacher-MasochWhy become well-versed in science and the arts if not to impress a lovely little woman?
Leopold von Sacher-MasochLove knows no virtue, no merit; it loves and forgives and tolerates everything because it must. We are not guided by reason...
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Wer sich peitschen läßt,
verdient, gepeitscht zu werden.
Who lets itself whip, earned to be whipped.
Desire followed the glance, pleasure followed desire
Leopold von Sacher-MasochSo,” Wanda cried, “a woman in furs is nothing more than a large cat, a charged electric battery?
Leopold von Sacher-MasochMots clés women cat masochism battery
I imagine that the goddess of Love has come down from Olympus to visit a mortal. So as not to die of cold in this modern world of ours, she wraps her sublime body in great heavy furs and warms her feet on the prostrate body of her lover. I imagine the favorite of this beautiful despot, who is whipped when his mistress grows tired of kissing him, and whose love only grows more intense the more he is trampled underfoot. I shall call the picture "Venus in Furs
Leopold von Sacher-MasochWatch out, I have a large, very large fur, with which I could cover you up entirely, and I have a mind to catch you in it as in a net.
Leopold von Sacher-MasochYou have a curious way of arousing one's imagination, stimulating all one's nerves, and making one's pulses beat faster. You put an aureole on vice, provided only if it is honest. Your ideal is a daring courtesan of genius. Oh, you are the kind of man who will corrupt a woman to her very last fiber.
Leopold von Sacher-MasochLove knows no virtue, no profit; it loves and forgives and suffers
everything, because it must. It is not our judgment that leads us;
it is neither the advantages nor the faults which we discover, that
make us abandon ourselves, or that repel us.
It is a sweet, soft, enigmatic power that drives us on. We cease to
think, to feel, to will; we let ourselves be carried away by it, and
ask not whither?
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