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“Hurt but do not harm?�� Zach asked. “What’s the difference?��

“Hurt is a bruise on the outside.�� Nora sipped her mineral water delicately. “Harm is a bruise on the inside. If you’re a masochist, pain feels like love to you. Not being hurt is what hurts.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Siren

“Please, Sir, make it hurt.”
― Ella Dominguez, The Art of Domination

“The sadist desires to command and control. The masochist desires to be freed from the burdens of liberty. That is Socialism.”
― A.E. Samaan, From a "Race of Masters" to a "Master Race": 1948 to 1848

“I know you not quite well
Yet I foolishly surrender my mind to you.
Slowly and carefully you have cast a spell
Now my virgin heart only longs for you.
There is no need to push, I am already falling.
Once proudly tall, I’m no longer standing.
Knowing well that I am doomed to misery,
I will roll the dice and take delight in my suffering.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Well, you're right. I'm a Freak."

"Huh?"

"I love being bullied. Being hit and kicked by others gets me totally excited. That's what kind of freak I am.
Sorry if that bothers you.”
― Yuna Kagesaki, AiON Volume 1

“We can sit here and pretend to be normal. But I'm still a sick, needy masochist who uses you as a stand in for my drugs, and you're still a sadist.”
― Natalie Bennett, Mercy Bound Released: Complete Trilogy

“Masochism is the art of turning punishments into rewards.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“I don't think I'll bother sleep again.' I shoot a look sideways at his irritatingly gorgeous profile. 'And if you even think about suggesting that you sleep with me for safety from now on-'

He scoffs. 'Hardly. I don't fuck first years- even when I was one- let alone... you.'

'Who said anything about fucking?' I fire back, cursing myself as the ache in my ribs only intensifies. 'I'd have to be a masochist to sleep with you, and I can assure you, I'm not.' Fantasising about it doesn't count.

'Masochist, huh?' A corner of his mouth quirks up into a smirk.

'You hardly give off snuggly morning-after vibes.' A smile of my own curves my lips. 'Unless you're worried about me killing you while we sleep.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“The ultimate end of sadism is ruin and murder. The one in control is always the masochist.”
― Fuminori Nakamura, The Kingdom

“Every Masochist Needs a Sadistic To Love Them.”
― Tiffany Danielle, Candy Cane 2: Soda Pop

“I like big men,�� she said.
Her voice was raspy, like she had a cold. She came up to me and grabbed my arm. Her fingers hurt the muscles. I could smell her perfume. She came close to me. I thought I knew what she wanted. I tried to kiss her. She jerked away.
“N��.��
“I’m sorry.��
She slapped me. She was strong, my cheek stung. She moved in, swinging both arms. Now she had her fists closed. She hit my arms and my chest. I tried to hold her.
“Hit me!�� she said.
It was goddam queer. I held her arms, but she got loose.
She struck my chest.
She said: “Hit me.��
I hit her easy on the ribs.
“That’s right! That’s right!�� She hit me a couple of hard blows. Her eyes were wild. She hit me a hard punch on the neck. I hit her in the belly. I heard the breath go out: ouf! It didn’t stop her. She kept coming in, punching hard.
I gave her one over the kidneys. She grunted and clinched with me. She bit my arm until the blood came. I slapped her. She put her knee in my groin. It hurt. I lost my balance, grabbed for her, and we both went down. We rolled around on the dirty floor of the shack, both panting. She was hard to hold, and every time she got loose she’d hit or kick or bite me. I got over her, holding her down on the floor. She looked beautiful and wild. She bit my arm again and I slugged her in the ribs. She moaned, and then struggled free. My hand caught in the scarlet shirt. The silk tore to her navel.
“Yes,�� she said.
I got the idea. I ripped the shirt off her, she fighting all the time and liking it. I ripped at her clothes, not caring how much I hurt her. She squirmed on the dirty floor, panting. There was blood on her mouth. I don’t know if it was mine or hers. It tasted sweet. Suddenly she stopped moving.
“Now,�� she said. “Now, goddam you. Now!��
Later we lay on the floor.
“I don’t understand you,�� I said.
“It’s fun, isn’t it?��
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“Then what do you care?”
― Jonathan Latimer, Solomon's Vineyard

“You're such an agonizer, Bradley. You romanticize art. You're a masochist about it, you want to suffer, you want to feel that your inability to create is continuously significant.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“kick me.
what else is left?
I NEED RAW EMOTION
and you got two good stories
that are getting stale.”
― Casey Renee Kiser, Snail Vixen and The Crystal Garden

“If the baron is a masochist himself, then why would he attract another masochist? I suppose he wants someone cute to attract other sadists.”
― Edmund White, Our Young Man

“I had been confronted (at last) with a sizeable ordeal labelled with my name. This was not something to be wasted.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“worst question [ did you know;
did you know and;
did you
[ walk right in, choose
a terrible seat, smile when
the floor rushed up
to kiss you ];”
― Franny Choi, Soft Science

“I've wanted to do this since you yelled at me at the Central Park Food Festival." Bennett's voice was thick, already sleepy. Men.
Then again, I was feeling a little sleepy, too. The room was dark and cozy, the bedspread even softer and plusher when Bennett and I wriggled beneath it. "You must be a masochist."
I could hear the smile in his voice now over the sleep. "Maybe."
We fell asleep in each other's arms.”
― Amanda Elliot, Best Served Hot

“A masochist only feels the feeling of pleasure.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“Masochists hold on to broken people. Artists hold on to broken memories.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“Don’t break my heart. Crush it. Destroy it. Let me wallow it until I feel hollow in it. I’ll bash in the pain. I’ll scream your name and then one day I suddenly won’t.”
― Dominic Riccitello