18 Quotes & Sayings By Leopold Von Sachermasoch

Leopold von Sacher-Masoch (January 10, 1836 – August 15, 1894) was a Czech author and poet. His novel "Venus in Furs" is considered to be the first modern novel of BDSM. He is also known for his erotic novels and writings on sexuality and psychology.

Alas, woman is faithful as long as she loves, but...
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Alas, woman is faithful as long as she loves, but you demand that she be faithful without love and give herself without enjoyment. Who is cruel then, woman or man? Leopold Von SacherMasoch
Work on.
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Work on." Work as if every time you started with and every time you finish. Leopold Von SacherMasoch
So, ” Wanda cried, “a woman in furs is nothing...
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So, ” Wanda cried, “a woman in furs is nothing more than a large cat, a charged electric battery? Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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You view love and especially women...as something hostile, something against which you defend yourself, although in vain, something whose power over you, however, you feel as a sweet torment, a prickling cruelty: this is truly a modern attitude. Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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It is merely the egoism of men, who wants to bury a woman like a treasure. All attempts at using vows, contracts, and holy ceremonies have failed to bring permanence into the most changeable aspect of changeable human existence, namely love. Can you deny that our Christina world is rotting? Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood... Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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That love, which is the highest joy, which is divine simplicity itself, is not for you moderns, you children of reflection. It works only evil in you. As soon as you wish to be natural, you becomecommon. To you nature seems something hostile; you have made devils out of the smiling gods of Greece, and out of me a demon. You can only exorcise and curse me, or slay yourselves in bacchantic madness before my altar. And if ever one of you has had the courage to kiss my red mouth, he makes a barefoot pilgrimage to Rome in penitential robes and expects flowers to grow from his withered staff, while under my feet roses, violets, and myrtles spring up every hour, but their fragrance does not agree with you. Stay among your northern fogs and Christian incense; let us pagans remain under the debris, beneath the lava; do not disinter us. . Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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It is only man's egoism that wants to keep woman like some buried treasure. Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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We are faithful as long as we love, but youdemand faithfulness of a woman without love, and the giving ofherself without enjoyment. Who is cruel there--woman or man? Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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You look at love, and especially woman, as something hostile, something against which you put up a defense, even if unsuccessfully. You feel that their power over you gives you a sensation of pleasurable torture, of pungent cruelty. This is a genuinely modern point of view. Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that dripsfrom my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have opened and itthrobs and hurts, and now and then a tear falls on the paper. Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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I love her passionately with a morbid intensity; madly as one can only love a woman who never responds to our love with anything but an eternally uniform, eternally calm, stony smile. Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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The moral of the tale is this: whoever allows himself to be whipped, deserves to be whipped. Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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You of the North in general take love too soberly and seriously. You talk of duties where there should be only a question of pleasure. Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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The real comic muse is the one underwhose laughing mask tears roll down. Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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I really believe, " said Wanda thoughtfully, "that your madness is nothing but a demonic, unsatisfied sensuality. Our unnatural way of life must generate such illnesses. Were you less virtuous, you would be completely sane. Leopold Von SacherMasoch
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My husband's personality was filled with serenity and sunlight. Not even the incurable illness which fell upon him soon after our marriage could long cloud his brow. On the very night of his death he took me in his arms, and during the many months when he lay dying in his wheel chair, he often said jokingly to me: 'Well, have you already picked out a lover?' I blushed with shame. 'Don't deceive me, ' he added on one occasion, 'that would seem ugly to me, but pick out an attractive lover, or preferably several. You are a splendid woman, but still half a child, and you need toys. Leopold Von SacherMasoch