Sapphic Quotes

“I fell in love with you the day that I met you, and then I fell in love with the person you remembered you are. I got to fall in love with you twice. That’s— that’s magic. You’re the first thing I’ve believed in since— since I don’t even remember, okay, you’re— you’re movies and destiny and every stupid, impossible thing, and it’s not because of the fucking train, it’s because of you. It’s because you fight and you care and you’re always kind but never easy, and you won’t let anything take that away from you. You’re my hero, Jane. I don’t care if you think you’re not one. You are.”
― Casey McQuiston, One Last Stop

“She’s inching forward.
Is there a heterosexual explanation for why she’s inching forward?”
― Adiba Jaigirdar, The Henna Wars

“What do you want?
I want to stop living in fear. I want to stop coming up with excuses about why I'm not interested in dating. I want my family to know me. I want to get to learn more about Lisa. I want to stop feeling like everything I am is inadequate or makes me unworthy of love because of something I can't help.”
― Sara Farizan, Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel

“I don’t believe doing something in front of everybody makes it more meaningful, anyway. If anything, it makes it stop belonging to you.”
― Casey McQuiston, I Kissed Shara Wheeler

“Tell me what you want,” she said, “and I will make it happen.”
I want my liar, I thought.
I want her mouth.
I want her perfume to rub off on my skin like bruised grass.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Midnight Lie

“You were the only one it could be.”
― Casey McQuiston, I Kissed Shara Wheeler

“I have been married seven times, and never once has it felt half as right as this. I think that loving you has been the truest thing about me”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“She’s glad it’s Shara. Nobody else would have felt important enough.”
― Casey McQuiston, I Kissed Shara Wheeler

“Through her eyes, I was able to experience the story for the first time all over again.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“We weren't made to be alone. We were made to love. And when we love, we automatically know God without trying to, because God is love. If we love as he made us to love—if we love with our hearts instead of our criteria—then we simply are love.”
― Kelly Quindlen, Her Name in the Sky

“Hate like that—when it's disguised as love, or righteousness or pity—I'm not going to subject you to hate like that.”
― Kelly Quindlen, Her Name in the Sky

“Don't let happiness slip through your fingers because of old angers and mistakes.”
― Lyn Denison, Gold Fever

“I let it all out: the joy and the pain. The waiting and the wanting. The future and the past. We kiss for so long I can't tell the difference between seconds and minutes anymore, but it's still not enough. I will never get enough of this. Kissing Iz feels like coming home.”
― Katia Rose, Stop and Stare

“I tell her I sing roses too, / My hands in the dirt where she lives forever”
― Sappho

“All I'm doing is trying to love people. All I need is the right kind of love back.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“Mi giudicherai crudele ed egoista, ma l'amore si nutre di egoismo ed è tanto più ardente quanto più è tiranno. Non hai idea di quanto sia gelosa: devi venire con me e amarmi fino alla morte, oppure odiarmi ma seguirmi lo stesso, odiandomi fino alla morte ed oltre. L'indifferenza è un vocabolo ignoto alla mia natura struggente.”
― Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

“L'amore esige le sue vittime e non c'è sacrificio senza sangue.”
― Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

“Look, Clara,” I say enthusiastically and raise my hand to show my lover the beautiful butterfly couple, but then I realize that she’s already noticed them.
Sitting up, she nods to me with a smile. Her gaze follows them, just like mine, until they’ve finally disappeared out of sight, without rushing and without a destination.
Now Clara turns to me, with a smile that lights up her deep, dark eyes.
The most beautiful sight in the world, I think dreamily, gently plucking a thistle from her disheveled hair.
“That’s certainly a good omen,” she says, lost in thought.
“For what?” I ask, smiling.
She winks at me. “For the future. For our life. For whatever you want.”
― Jutta Swietlinski, The Awakening of the Butterfly

“As was the Wintersvilla Warrior custom during times of relaxation, Myriam walked toward Shira fully nude, her large, unbound breasts bouncing freely with each of her steps, though Shira was in no shape for even scant arousal. It wasn’t seduction or sexuality that created the custom, but rather, a sign of a true warrior who had nothing to fear and could relax in her bare skin and ports without worrying about lacking in safety, let alone being concerned with trivialities like modesty. It was by this same logic that Wintersvilla Women did battle wearing nothing more than a thin chest-binder to stabilize their breasts, a light undergarment to avoid dirt or grime in their genitals, and a personal sidearm sheath and straps that were more like permanent fixtures of a warrior’s body. The rest of their body remained gloriously and pleasantly exposed. It was said by the greatest Wintersvilla Women, including Shira when she was younger, that anyone unable to sync thoroughly enough with their exo so that it didn’t protect them from every projectile or peril of the Earth was a liability, not an asset. A warrior’s bare and often deeply scarred skin was visible proof of her internal control of fear.”
― E.S. Fein, Mendel's Ladder

“Lucía snorts. “They think we’re doing it.”

“We could always prove them right.”

“Not until I’ve taken twenty showers, we cannot.”
― Addison Lane, Blackpines: The Antlers Witch: The Black Tree Chaise

“She raised me up, her fingers as deft on the laces as they were on a bowstring, and I let her lif the dress over my head before lying back on the softness of the furs to let her look at me.”
― Anna Burke

“If I felt," she scoffed, and muttered something inaudible. "You're the reason I felt all these things. After my dad died, I was so numb, for so long, and you...you notice everything, you feel everything, you're like the copper wire stripped of insulation. When you fall asleep in the car I want to splash you with ice water. When you're watching TV in that ridiculous Snuggie I want to fold you in half and squash you so you pay attention to me instead. I want to take you everywhere just to see what wonder in your eyes, to listen to you moan when you eat tiramisu, to watch you pet stray cats as if there couldn't be anything more to life than that.”
― Anat Deracine, Her Golden Coast

“Ally Pyx is a writer from Tijuana, México. A place for brave people who are full of passion. To survive these lands, you must live beyond the heart. And this author is an expert at that.
Ally can navigate the most fantastic universes, while depicting the most human emotions. A beautiful portrait of our inner self through magic and unexplored worlds. She has many talents that identify her as a visual artist, writer, photographer, journalist and creative director. And is always urging us to open our hearts, senses and spirits.
Because above all, Ally’s mission is to connect with something deep. And to show how the world looks through her eyes.”
-Paul Martín del Campo.”
― Ally Pyx, The Omen Coven: Fiery Heart

“If you want a straight answer ask a straight lady.”
― Kathryn Hahn

“Maybe it’s the lingering pulse of the distant music or my own thundering heartbeat, but it’s like my sense of reasoning was peeled off along with my clothes. All I know from the raw hunger in my chest and wet desire sticky between my legs, is that I need her. It feels as if I don’t have those sinful lips pressed against me soon, there’ll be hell to pay.
“Take my mind off it then,” I say as I twist my fingers in her hair and tilt my body up towards the burning trails her fingers are tracing into my skin.
I can feel her smile against my neck. “With pleasure.”
― Jacki Sensal, The Sapphic Succubus: A Spicy Lesbian Fantasy

“You’ve added another favor on your tab,” Czeha says, “and I’m not one to go into the negatives—I owe you.”
“Oh no,” I say as I lift my hands and wave them modestly, “not at all. I really am happy to help.”
“Stopping a mage from wrecking the tavern, cleaning up after a fight, and heck—you didn’t even get to drink that whiskey of yours, did you?”
“I suspect it might be on the floor by now.” I shrug playfully. “A shame, after such a great show pouring it. Although,” I hurry to add, “I’ll still pay for what I ordered, of course!”
“You’re kidding.” Czeha laughs. It’s a fun sound that has an exciting bite to it, almost as if it’s bordering on a bark. But it’s full of warmth in a way that sends a tendril of heat through me. “The tavern’s in your debt. And even if that wasn’t the case, I’m not gonna charge you for something you didn’t get to drink. Here.”
― Jacki Sensal, Gnoll Kidding: A Cozy Lesbian Monster Romance

“The first thing I feel is heat. Her lips are thin but soft, and extremely eager. As I part my mouth and move against her, I can tell she’s being careful to keep her sharp teeth behind her lips.
I twist my hand in her mane, pulling her closer. I’m not fragile—I can take a little bite if she’s willing to give it to me.”
― Jacki Sensal, Gnoll Kidding: A Cozy Lesbian Monster Romance

“I pull my fingers through her in another loop, slightly closer to where I know she wants it most.
Sabri’s breath comes in rough pants near my forehead. Her grip on my shoulders is so tight that it hurts. I’m sure I’ll have bruises there tomorrow—and knowing they’ll be in the shape of her hands sends a bolt of something right to my core.
“Anya, please…”
“Still,” I say, teasing another light circle and she moans, desperation clinging to her voice. “Since it ended up with you writhing on my fingers so prettily, calling my name like this... I can't say I regret a thing.”
― Jacki Sensal, Stolen Kisses: A Steamy Lesbian Enemies-to-Lovers Fantasy

“I planned to land like a cross onto your bed where your body indent rested—back then, hell, even now, I would have been willing to die by crucifixion if you controlled the nail and hammer.”
― Jade Song, Chlorine

“Are you sure?” she asked. “Your ass is really red.” “Yup! Make it as red as the setting suns!”
― Riley Rose