Marquis De Sade Justine Quotes

The man who alters his way of thinking to suit others is a fool.

Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of Nature's mandates.

Were he supreme, were he mighty, were he just, were he good, this God you tell me about, would it be through enigmas and buffooneries he would wish to teach me to serve and know him?

Nature has endowed each of us with a capacity for kindly feelings: let us not squander them on others.

The completest submissiveness is your lot, and that is all;

...Madame, I have become a whore through good-will and libertine through virtue.

I wished to stifle the unhappy passion which burned in my soul; but is love an illness to be cured? All I endeavored to oppose to it merely fanned its flames.

Not my manner of thinking but the manner of thinking of others has been the source of my unhappiness.

If God permits virtue to be persecuted on earth, it is not for us to question his intentions. It may be that his rewards are held over for another life, for is it not true as written in Holy Scripture that the Lord chastenenth only the righteous! And after all, is not virtue it's own reward?

In a society full of vice, virtue will never be useful.

There is no rational commensuration between what affects us and what affects others; the first we sense physically, the other only touches us morally.

This monster was outfitted with faculties so gigantic that even the broadest thoroughfares would still have appeared too narrow for him.

Thus, that happiness the two sexes cannot find with the other they will find, one in blind obedience, the other in the most energetic expression of his domination.

What, then, are religions if not the restraint wherewith the tyranny of the mightier sought to enslave the weaker? Motivated by that design, he dared say to him whom he claimed the right to dominate, that a God had forged the irons with which cruelty manacled him; and the latter, bestialized by his misery, indistinctly believed everything the former wished. Can religions, born of these rogueries, merit respect?

The reasoning man who scorns the prejudices of simpletons necessarily becomes the enemy of simpletons; he must expect as much, and laugh at the inevitable. A traveler journeys along a fine road. It has been strewn with traps. He falls into one. Do you say it is the traveler’s fault, or that of the scoundrel who lays the traps?

The laws vainly try to talk virtue to the mass, but it's just talk. The people who make the laws are really too biased towards evil and never carry out their fine talk -- they merely make a stab at it for the sake of appearances, that's all.

...for although we may fully respect our social conventions...it may unfortunately happen that , through the perversity of others we encounter only the thorns of life, whilst the wicked gather nothing but roses. will it not be said that virtue, however fair she may be, becomes the worst cause one can espouse... when she has grown so weak that she cannot struggle against vice? ” - La Nouvelle Justine ou les Malheurs de la vertu, suivie de l'histoire de Juliette

Whether or not it is dangerous to read Sade is a question that easily becomes lost in a multitude of others and has never been settled except by those whose arguments are rooted in the conviction that reading leads to trouble. So it does; so it must, for reading leads nowhere but to questions.

Why do you complain of your fate, when you could so easily change it?

من السُخف أن يُعاقب المرء على أهواءه كي يتم ردعه عن الخوض بها مجدداً ، وَ كبح غرائزه وإن كانت شنيعة فَـ الطبيعة أهدتها إياه منذُ كان في رحم أمه ، فَـ كيف يُطلب منه أن يكون غير نفسه ؟! أليست الطبيعة وضعت الأهواء لسعادة الإنسان ؟!، إذاً لماذا يتنازل الإنسان عن سعادتة بِ حجّة حفظ المجتمع بينما المجتمع لا يهتم به !

These same men who are always in power realize the advantage of vice and unscrupulousness and wish everybody else to be virtuous so that they alone might have the greater benefit of this advantage, and get the upper hand.

If, though full of respect for social conventions and never overstepping the bounds they draw round us, if, nonetheless, it should come to pass that the wicked tread upon flowers, will it not be decided that it is preferable to abandon oneself to the tide rather than to resist it? Will it not be felt that Virtue, however beautiful, becomes the worst of all attitudes when it is found too feeble to contend with Vice, and that, in an entirely corrupted age, the safest course is to follow along after the others?

This is what men have done to me. This is what I have learnt from the dangers of associating with them. Is it surprising that, embittered by misfortune and revolted by outrages and injustices, I should in my heart aspire only to avoid all contact with them in the future?

There is not a living man who does not wish to play the despot when he is stiff: it seems to him his joy is less when others appear to have as much fun as he; by an impulse of pride, very natural at this juncture, he would like to be the only one in the world capable of experiencing what he feels: the idea of seeing another enjoy as he enjoys reduces him to a kind of equality with that other, which impairs the unspeakable charm despotism causes him to feel.

[...]virtue is not some kind of mode whose value is incontestable, it is simply a scheme of conduct, a way of getting along, which varies according to accidents of geography and climate and which, consequently, has no reality, the which alone exhibits its futility. Only what is constant is really good; what changes perpetually cannot claim that characterization: that is why they have declared that immutability belongs to the ranks of the Eternal's perfections; but virtue is completely without this quality: there is not, upon the entire globe, two races which are virtuous in the same m anner; hence, virtue is not in any sense real, nor in any wise intrinsically good and in no sort deserves our reverence.

But to declare his wishes only in some unknown corner of Asia, to choose the most double-dealing and the most superstitious of peoples as followers, and the vilest, most ridiculous, and most roguish working man as representative, to muddle up the message so much that it is impossible to comprehend, to teach it only to a tiny number of individuals while leaving everyone else in the dark, and to punish them for remaining there... Oh, no, Therese, no, no, such atrocities cannot be our guide. I would rather die a thousand times than believe in them. When atheism wants martyrs, let it choose them and my blood is ready.

no, Dios no existe: la naturaleza se basta a sí misma. No tiene ninguna necesidad de autor.

Se te tivesses deixado levar pela corrente, terias encontrado o porto como eu.

o homem é naturalmente mau

Doce solidão, disse para mim mesma, como tua morada me causa inveja.

Infeliz como eu era, poderia estar eu apaixonada pela vida, quando a maior felicidade que me podia acontecer era deixá-la?

las sensaciones morales son engañosas mientras que la verdad sólo está en las sensaciones físicas.

La vida sólo es una serie ininterrumpida de penas y placeres

Nuestro placer principal consiste en violar la ley y el orden; anhelamos el caos total

كفى شفقة! قد يموت المرء جوعًا من الشفقة

ce n'est pas le sacrifice qu'on fait de ses sens à la vertu qui rend heureux ; sans doute il ne peut y avoir de félicité dans une telle contrainte.

... decidi segui-lo e chegar a qualquer preço àquelas regiões distantes, imaginando que a paz e o repouso que me eram tão cruelmente negados em minha pátria talvez me esperassem no fim do mundo.

Having proven that solitary pleasures are as delicious as any others and much more likely to delight, it becomes perfectly clear that this enjoyment, taken in independence of the objectwe employ, is not merely of a nature very remote from what could be pleasurable to thatobject, but is even found to be inimical to that object’s pleasure: what is more, it may becomean imposed suffering, a vexation, or a torture, and the only thing that results from this abuse isa very certain increase of pleasure for the despot who does the tormenting or vexing; let usattempt to demonstrate this.”Voluptuous emotion is nothing but a kind of vibration produced in our soul by shockswhich the imagination, inflamed by the remembrance of a lubricious object, registers uponour senses, either through this object’s presence, or better still by this object’s being exposedto that particular kind of irritation which most profoundly stirs us; thus, our voluptuoustransport Ä this indescribable convulsive needling which drives us wild, which lifts us to thehighest pitch of happiness at which man is able to arrive Ä is never ignited save by twocauses: either by the perception in the object we use of a real or imaginary beauty, the beautyin which we delight the most, or by the sight of that object undergoing the strongest possiblesensation; now, there is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certainand dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign andalmost never experience; and, furthermore, how much self-confidence, youth, vigor, healthare not needed in order to be sure of producing this dubious and hardly very satisfyingimpression of pleasure in a woman. To produce the painful impression, on the contrary,requires no virtues at all: the more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable,the more resounding his success. With what regards the objective, it will be far more certainlyattained since we are establishing the fact that one never better touches, I wish to say, that onenever better irritates one’s senses than when the greatest possible impression has been produced in the employed object, by no matter what devices; therefore, he who will cause themost tumultuous impression to be born in a woman, he who will most thoroughly convulsethis woman’s entire frame, very decidedly will have managed to procure himself the heaviest possible dose of voluptuousness, because the shock resultant upon us by the impressionsothers experience, which shock in turn is necessitated by the impression we have of thoseothers, will necessarily be more vigorous if the impression these others receive be painful,than if the impression they receive be sweet and mild; and it follows that the voluptuousegoist, who is persuaded his pleasures will be keen only insofar as they are entire, willtherefore impose, when he has it in his power to do so, the strongest possible dose of painupon the employed object, fully certain that what by way of voluptuous pleasure he extractswill be his only by dint of the very lively impression he has produced.

How I love to hear the rich and titled, the magistrates and the priests, how I love to watch them preach virtue to us! It is very hard to keep oneself from stealing when one has three times more than one to live! A great strain to never think of murder when one is surrounded by sycophants and slaves for whom your will is law! Truly difficult to be temperate and sober when one is at all times surrounded by the most succulent dishes! So difficult for them to be sincere when they have no reason to lie!

si existiera un Dios, habría menos mal en la Tierra; creo que si este mal existe, o estos desórdenes han sido ordenados por ese Dios, y se trata entonces de un ser bárbaro, o es incapaz de impedirlos: a partir de ese momento, se trata de un dios débil,

Religion? 'tis as naught to us, our contempt for it grows the better acquainted with it we become; allies... kin... friends... judges? there's none of that in this place, dear girl, you will discover nothing but cruelty, egoism, and the most sustained debauchery and impiety.

O que importa para a natureza sempre criadora aquela massa de carne que hoje tem a forma de uma mulher se reproduza amanhã sob a forma de mil insetos diferentes? Ousarás dizer que a construção de um indivíduo como nós custa mais à natureza que a de um verme e que, por conseguinte, ela deva dar-lhe mais atenção?

Num mundo inteiramente virtuoso, eu te aconselharia a virtude porque as recompensas a acompanhariam; a felicidade infalivelmente adviria dela; num mundo totalmente corrompido, jamais te aconselharia outra coisa senão o vício. (...) ora, que felicidade esperam aqueles que contrariam eternamente o interesse dos outros?

There is no keener sensation than that of pain: its impressions are certain, they do not deceive like those of the pleasure perpetually acted out by women and almost never felt by them. And how much self-esteem, youth, strength and vigour is required to produce in a woman that doubtful and hardly satisfying impression of pleasure. Whereas pain, by contrast, requires nothing: the more flaws a man has, the older and less likeable he is, the better he'll succeed.

El proceso de un(a) infeliz sin valimiento ni protección está pronto hecho en un país donde se cree que la virtud es incompatible con la miseria, donde el infortunio es una prueba completa contra el acusado; aquí una injusta prevención hace creer que el que ha debido cometer el crimen, lo ha cometido; los sentimientos se miden de acuerdo con el estado en que se encuentra el culpable; y si el oro o los títulos no establecen su inocencia, la imposibilidad de que pueda ser inocente queda entonces demostrada.

Faibles portions d'une matière vile et brute, à notre mort, c'est-à-dire à la réunion des éléments qui nous composent aux éléments de la masse générale, anéantis pour jamais, quelle qu'ait été notre conduite, nous passerons un instant dans le creuset de la nature, pour en rejaillir sous d'autres formes, et cela sans qu'il y ait plus de prérogatives pour celui qui follement encensa la vertu, que pour celui qui se livra aux plus honteux excès, parce qu'il n'est rien dont la nature s'offense, et que tous les hommes également sortis de son sein, n'ayant agi pendant leur vie que d'après ses impulsions, y retrouveront tous, après leur existence, et la même fin et le même sort.

Quando me tiverem provado a sublimidade de nossa espécie, quando me tiverem demonstrado que ela é tão importante para a natureza que necessariamente suas leis se irritam com sua destruição, então eu poderei crer que essa destruição é um crime; mas quando o estudo mais ponderado da natureza me tiver provado que tudo o que vegeta sobre o globo, a mais imperfeita das suas obras, tem um preço igual aos seus olhos, jamais suporei que a mudança de um de seus seres em mil outros possa ofender suas leis; eu me direi: todos os homens, todas as plantas, todos os animais que crescem, vegetam, se destroem pelos mesmos meios, não recebendo jamais uma morte real, mas uma simples variação no que as modifica, tudo, digo, tudo se perseguindo, destruindo-se, procriando indiferentemente, aparece um instante sob uma forma e no instante seguinte sob uma outra, podem ao capricho do ser que quer ou que pode move-los, mudar milhares e milhares de vezes num dia sem que uma única lei da natureza possa ser afetada por instantes sequer.

O que importa para a natureza sempre criadora aquela massa de carne que hoje tem a forma de uma mulher se reproduza amanhã sob a forma de mil insetos diferentes? Ousarás dizer que a construção de um indivíduo como nós custa mais à natureza que a de um verme e que, por conseguinte, ela deva dar-lhe mais atenção?

So that night, or that morning, actually, when we ended up in my bed, he was very gentle with me and I couldn’t bring myself to stop him, if he wanted to lick me all over and kiss me softly, let him, but soon I noticed that he wasn’t getting hard, and I took him in my hand and stroked him for a while, but nothing happened, and then I asked him, whispering in his ear, whether something was bothering him, and he said no, he was fine, and we kept touching each other for a while longer, but it was clear that he wasn’t going to get it up, and then I said this is no good, stop trying, that’s enough, if you’re not in the mood, you’re not in the mood, and he lit a cigarette (he smoked a kind called Bali, such a funny name) and then he started to talk about the last movie he’d seen, and then he got up and paced around the room naked, smoking and looking at my things, and then he sat on the floor, beside the bed, and started to look through my pictures, some of Jimmy Cetina’s artistic shots that I don’t know why I’d kept, because I’m stupid, probably, and I asked him whether they turned him on, and he said no but that they were all right, that I looked all right, you’re very beautiful, Simone, he said, and it was then, I don’t know why, that it occurred to me to tell him to get in bed, to get on top of me and slap me on the cheeks or the ass a little, and he looked at me and said I can’t do that, Simone, and then he corrected himself and said: that’s another thing I can’t do, Simone, but I said come on, be brave, get in bed, and he got in, and I turned over and raised my buttocks and said: just take it slowly, pretend it’s a game, and he gave me the first blow and I buried my face in the pillow, I haven’t read Rigaut, I said, or Max Jacob, or boring Banville, Baudelaire, Catulle Mendès, or Corbiere, required reading, but I have read the Marquis de Sade. Oh really? he said. Yes, I said, stroking his dick. He had started slapping me on the ass as if he meant it. What have you read by the Marquis de Sade? Philosophy in the Boudoir, I said. And Justine? Naturally, I said. And Juliette? Of course. By then I was wet and moaning and Arturo’s dick was as stiff as a rod, so I turned around, spread my legs and told him to put it in, but no more, not to move until I told him to. It was delicious to feel him inside of me. Hit me, I said. On the face, on the cheeks. Put your fingers in my mouth. He hit me. Harder! I said. He hit me harder. Now start to move, I said. For a few seconds the only sounds in the room were my moans and the blows. Then he started to moan too.

A pretty girl ought simply to concern herself with fucking, and never with engendering. No need to touch at greater length on what pertains to the full business of population, from now on we shall address ourselves principally, nay, uniquely to those libertine lecheries whose spirit is in no way reproductive.

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