Lesbian Fiction Quotes

“The truth is, if you go to Warren, no matter what is going on in your personal life—hair trouble, existential malaise, ax murder—you do the reading.”
― Mona Awad, Bunny

“Do you prefer him or her? Either one's cool-I'm genderfluid.”
― Mvxx. Amillivn, Sappho Intl

“It started to rain suddenly and ferociously as they pulled up in front of Rose’s house. A mist covered the truck. It was as if a fire hose had opened up on the dusty, dry earthen roads. The smell of moist earth and damp, pungent flowering trees gave off the last bit of heat from the former Carolina summer sun of a few minutes ago. Now cooled suddenly by the rainwater, an immediate fog to rose off the hot metal of the truck and the soil. It was impossible to see more than a few feet in the formidable rain and sudden fog.
Rose pulled Carmen to her and wrapped herself around her, one hand playing around through her T as she kissed her, one hand pushing gently at her pants.”
― Cassandra Barnes, Secret Love

“You are cruel even in love," Iona whispers, "How can you make me feel this way? I ought to hate you. I wanted to hate you.”
― Luna Oblonsky, Her Spell That Binds Me

“Something about her reached me on a deeper level than I had ever experienced and it was frightening. It was exciting. It was dangerous.”
― sw andersen

“I shivered again, remembering. I put the tip of one finger to my tongue. It tasted sharp—like vinegar, like blood.

Like money.”
― Sarah Waters, Fingersmith

“Touching her fingers, touching skin to skin. Her mouth, her breath, the shape of her flushed face. A tender hand on a naked waist, exploring the new feelings. The inner-soul scent of her hair, burying your mind in it. Inside of me, always inside of me. Memorizing the feelings and perfumes. Something one can keep. Carmen thought, Trust… Something growing. Something true. Something reaching out.”
― Cassandra Barnes, Secret Love

“Love has always been the chief business of my life, the only thing I have thought—no, felt—supremely worth while, and I don’t pretend that this experience was not succeeded by others. But at that time, I was innocent, with the innocence of ignorance, I didn’t know what was happening to me. I was without consciousness, that is to say, more utterly absorbed than was ever possible again. For after that first time there was always part of me standing aside, comparing, analysing, objecting: ‘Is this real? Is this sincere?’ All the world of my predecessors was there before me, taking, as it were, the bread out of my mouth. Was this stab in my heart, this rapture, really mine or had I merely read about it? For every feeling, every vicissitude of my passion, there would spring into my mind a quotation from the poets. Shakespeare or Donne or Heine had the exact phrase for it. Comforting, perhaps, but enraging too. Nothing ever seemed spontaneously my own. As the blood dripped from the wound, there was always part of me to watch with a smile and a sneer: ‘Literature! Mere literature! Nothing to make a fuss about!’ And then I would add, ‘But so Mercutio jested as he died!”
― Dorothy Bussy, Olivia

“. . . you can read my mind,” Parmida realized.
“When it is open to me,” Azra admitted apologetically. “. . . I love you too, by the way.”
― Ash Gray, Tales of Talithia

“Then, she stepped hard on something soft.
“Ouch!” exclaimed an urgent, musical voice behind her followed by another blast of that scent. That voice rang out in the night like a small bell. Damn, thought Carmen. These late-night stragglers always show up just as I am closing!
“We’re closed,” she commented impatiently, not even bothering to turn around. “I can’t get you anything, my cash register is empty. And, I definitely can’t get you any gasoline. The pumps are shut down.”
“You’re on my foot!” said the small, feminine voice again, protesting more loudly. “Get off!” The girl laughed. The street lights came on, as if the pressure of stepping on this person’s foot had turned them on. Carmen laughed at the synchronicity. She felt a small hand on her waist as she moved her foot off the soft place it had landed. It had been years since she had felt a woman’s touch.
The feminine voice said quietly, “That hurt.”
Carmen whirled around to face the girl she had stepped on, and almost lost her balance. Her eyes met the huge violet eyes of the most beautiful country girl she had ever seen standing directly behind her. Obviously, she had stepped on her. She apologized until she was speechless. Then, she coughed and indicated her truck.
The girl had straight, healthy blue hair, delicately shaved over one ear and well-done light makeup with a few rhinestone studs in her ears and nose. Carmen had sucked her breath in audibly at the girl’s appearance. This diminutive girl was stunning. She was a real beauty, set in the dark country night like a diamond against the warm obsidian of the sky. And that fragrance!”
― Cassandra Barnes, Secret Love

“Okay… You’re going to need to knock that off.” Casey laughed a bit. “The part where you keep putting yourself down or assuming I’d rather spend my time with someone other than you.”
“Habit,” Baker replied.
“One I’d like to break.”
― Nicole Pyland, The Show Must Go On

“What would you rather have me do? Should I serve opium? Serve food? Serve myself? What else do you think I’m qualified for?

I could serve my husband. Hope he doesn’t drink or smoke or gamble or beat me. Have four babies before I’m twenty-five and say I’m blessed if two live to adulthood. Bury the rest from starvation or miscarriage, illness or injury, or my heaven-blessed husband shaking one too hard when he gets home late and they won’t stop crying. You think that’s the better choice?”
― Lianyu Tan, The Wicked and the Willing

“I have caught a nymph,” Ariadne grins, “Now what shall I do to her?”
― Luna Oblonsky, Her Spell That Binds Me

“There’s no guessing when it comes to being in love, there’s just knowing.”
― Michele L. Rivera, Wait For It

“Does it ever happen that a nice girl is a Lesbian?" she asked him shyly.”
― Ann Bannon, Beebo Brinker

“Is there n-nothing you can do?” Parmida asked, wiping her tears away with the heel of her hand.
The unicorn laughed softly. “She asks for a boon after shooting me in the ass.”
― Ash Gray, Tales of Talithia

“In the end and in the beginning, there was only love. But more, obviously...intelligence, wit, laughter, touch, wisdom, strength...so much more. ”
― Cassandra Barnes, Secret Love

“You might think that because my blood runs colder than yours, I have no heart, but the opposite is true. If anything, I feel too deeply, love too much.”
― Lianyu Tan

“Phoebe pressed herself into Violet, as
closer couldn’t be too close, and the slightest separation, agony. She wanted to lose herself in Violet and never be found. Drown herself
in Violet and never be rescued.”
― Anna Larner, Invisible

“The most explosive in the series - ALL ACCESS BOOK 3: Finding My Way Back Home is now available. It has an endgame you'll never forget.


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― Tina Mrazikzik

“Somos presa de cada secreto que pretendemos ocultar”
― L. V. VELÁSQUEZ, El amor como un elefante: Reliquum

“Ningún corazón es capaz de entender la razón de sus heridas”
― L. V. VELÁSQUEZ, El amor como un elefante: Reliquum

“Her hands were like beautiful thieves, moving and discovering and capsizing every ounce of Julia's flesh. She didn't falter or fumble--her hands knew where to exact the most pressure, the most teasing, expansive pleasure.”
― Anna Pulley, Love Where You Work

“Your silence will not protect you." Audre Lorde”
― Audre Lorde

“...Melisa felt as if she could pass out with the indescribable happiness of letting Lara take control of her body. She had never thought that surrender could be so easy and pleasant. With the water running over her head, she was filled with the belief that she had been baptized by love.
A new life was being bestowed... A new life... The opportunity made her look at everything with different eyes. A chance to be reborn with love and to be cleansed of all the sins of the past...''
Angel Diays1/Babylonian Spell-Mystey-Fiction Novel”
― Arzu Gokyolcu

“Oil Painting, Painted By an Unknown Artist, Describing Sadness, Regret, and Defeat.
''..She felt like a character in a no-name oil painting, drawn by an unknown artist, describing sadness, regret and defeat. She pictured that painting in her mind, and this time lay down on her bed as if taking her place in that painting. It was not strange for her that a character that had been out of place for a long time was now re-entering there. On the contrary, by inhaling the scent of oil painting, Melisa plunged into resignation, as if she had found her place and even what she deserved...'
A Quote from Angel Diarys -Babylonian Spell”
― Arzu Gokyolcu

“..Life Is Not An Endless Line, But An Endless Spiral. The Beginning And The End Are Always Intertwined.”
― Arzu Gokyolcu

“Phoebe pressed herself into Violet, as closer couldn’t be too close, and the slightest separation, agony. She wanted to lose herself in Violet and never be found. Drown herself in Violet and never be rescued.”
― Anna Larner, Invisible

“How pitiful,” Ariadne says, her eyes filled with resentment, “To be infatuated with someone who bests you at every turn. Feel free to continue dreaming of me as you have, because that is the only way you could have me. I shall be the superior witch at this school and win Morgan’s pendant, as is my right. The victory will only be sweeter knowing how much you want me while I do it.”
― Luna Oblonsky, Her Spell That Binds Me

“Sixty, single, and discovering lesbian desire—her life was just the prologue to the lesbian ménage à trois she desperately needed.”
― Janet Ryan, The Sapphic Sip Society