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“She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before.
And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving.
I have loved before, but it didn't feel like this.
I have kissed before, but it didn't burn me alive.
Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it's an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.”
― Jodi Picoult

“Those of us who stand outside the circle of this society's definition of acceptable women; those of us who have been forged in the crucibles of difference - those of us who are poor, who are lesbians, who are black, who are older - know that survival is not an academic skill...For the master's tools will not dismantle the master's house. They will never allow us to bring about genuine change.”
― Audre Lorde

“Amazing how eye and skin color come in many shades yet many think sexuality is just gay or straight.”
― DaShanne Stokes

“We cannot keep turning our backs on gay and lesbian Americans. I have fought too hard and too long against discrimination based on race and color not to stand up against discrimination based on sexual orientation.”
― John Lewis

“Only by speaking out can we create lasting change. And that change begins with coming out.”
― DaShanne Stokes

“I wondered if all women did with other women was lie and hug.”
― Sarah Winman, When God Was a Rabbit

“The woman who refuses to see her sexual organs as mere wood chips, designed to make the man's life more comfortable, is in danger of becoming a lesbian--an active, phallic woman, an intellectual virago with a fire of her own .... The lesbian body is a particularly pernicious and depraved version of the female body in general; it is susceptible to auto-eroticism, clitoral pleasure and self-actualization.”
― Sigmund Freud

“I left the bed as she had left it, unmade and rumpled, coverlets awry, so that her body's print might rest still warm beside my own.

Until the next day I did not go to bathe, I wore no clothes and did not dress my hair, for fear I might erase some sweet caress.

That morning I did not eat, nor yet at dusk, and put no rouge nor powder on my lips, so that her kiss might cling a little longer.

I left the shutters closed, and did not open the door, for fear the memory of the night before might vanish with the wind.”
― Pierre Lou每s, The Songs of Bilitis

“I鈥檓 going to become a beat poet and a lesbian!”
― Benjamin R. Smith, June Cleaver Sexual Deviant

“Years ago, homosexuals were given special status within the tribe. They had powerful medicine. I think it's even more true today, even though our tribe has assimilated into homophobia. I mean, a person has to have magic to assert their identity without regard to all the bullshit, right?”
― Sherman Alexie, The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

“The same source that tipped us off about her and Wu at Kvarnen says that she used to hang out with a bunch of girls there a while back. Some kind of girl band called Evil Fingers."
"Evil fingers?" Bublanski repeated.
"Seems to be something occult."
"Don't tell me Salander is some damned Satanist too," Bublanski said. "The media are going to go nuts."
"Lesbian Satanists," Faste said helpfully.
"Hans, you've got a view of women from the Middle Ages," Modig said. "Even I've heard of Evil Fingers."
"You have?" Bublanski said.
"It was a girl rock band in the late nineties. No superstars, but they were pretty famous for a while."
"So hard-rocking lesbian Satanists," Faste said.”
― Stieg Larsson, The Girl Who Played With Fire

“For the hundreds of thousands of Californians in gay and lesbian households who are managing their day-to-day lives, this decision affirms the full legal protections and safeguards I believe everyone deserves.”
― Arnold Schwarzenegger

“Seen on her own, the woman was not so remarkable. Tall, angular, aquiline features, with the close-cropped hair which was fashionably called an Eton crop, he seemed to remember, in his mother's day, and about her person the stamp of that particular generation. She would be in her middle sixties, he supposed, the masculine shirt with collar and tie, sports jacket, grey tweed skirt coming to mid-calf. Grey stockings and laced black shoes. He had seen the type on golf courses and at dog shows - invariably showing not sporting breeds but pugs - and if you came across them at a party in somebody's house they were quicker on the draw with a cigarette lighter than he was himself, a mere male, with pocket matches. The general belief that they kept house with a more feminine, fluffy companion was not always true. Frequently they boasted, and adored, a golfing husband. ("Don't Look Now")”
― Daphne du Maurier, Echoes from the Macabre: Selected Stories

“I'm not having my wedding day spoiled by a couple of horny bridesmaids who can't decide whether they want to shag or throw up over each other.”
― Victoria Holmes, Poptastic

“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

“I am not your queen,' Sabran whispered over her skin, 'but I am yours.”
― Samantha Shannon, The Priory of the Orange Tree

“How deep congenital sex-inversion roots may be gathered from the fact that the pleasure-dream of the male Urning has to do with male persons, and of the female with females.”
― Richard von Krafft-Ebing, Psychopathia Sexualis: A Medico-Legal Study

“There would be comfort and longevity in such a love, and that was precisely what made the prospect so terrifying.”
― Victoria Holmes, Poptastic

“Barbara usually stayed at home or spent the evening with Stephen and Mary. But Stephen and Mary would not always be there, for now they also went out fairly often; and where was there to go to except the bars? Nowhere else could two women dance together without causing comment and ridicule, without being looked upon as freaks, argued Mary.”
― Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness

“She would clench her hands in a kind of fury. How long was this persecution to continue? How long would God sit still and endure this insult offered to His creation? How long tolerate the preposterous statement that inversion was not a part of nature? For since it existed what else could it be? All things that existed were a part of nature!”
― Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness

“And then she would discuss very different people whom she had been led to believe existed; hard-working, honourable men and women, but a few of them possessed of fine brains, yet lacking the courage to admit their inversion. Honourable, it seemed, in all things save this that the world had forced on them鈥攖his dishonourable lie whereby alone they could hope to find peace, could hope to stake out a claim on existence. And always these people must carry that lie like a poisonous asp pressed against their bosoms; must unworthily hide and deny their love, which might well be the finest thing about them.”
― Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness

“And what of that curious craving for religion which so often went hand in hand with inversion? Many such people were deeply religious, and this surely was one of their bitterest problems. They believed, and believing they craved a blessing on what to some of them seemed very sacred鈥攁 faithful and deeply devoted union. But the Church's blessing was not for them. Faithful they might be, leading orderly lives, harming no one, and yet the Church turned away; her blessings were strictly reserved for the normal.”
― Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness

“Stephen, listen, I hate what I'm going to say, but by God, it's got to be said to you somehow! You're courageous and fine and you mean to make good, but life with you is spiritually murdering Mary. Can't you see it? Can't you realize that she needs all the things that it's not in your power to give her? Children, protection, friends whom she can respect and who'll respect her鈥攄on't you realize this, Stephen? A few may survive such relationships as yours, but Mary Llewellyn won't be among them. She's not strong enough to fight the whole world, to stand up against persecution and insult; it will drive her down, begun to already鈥攁lready she's been forced to turn to people like Wanda. I know what I'm saying, I've seen the thing鈥攖he bars, the drinking, the pitiful defiance, the horrible, useless wastage of lives鈥攚ell, I tell you it's spiritual murder for Mary.”
― Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness

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

“My serious little moonbeam, I called Nirrim when I saw her in a silver dress, but it wasn't just the dress that made me say it. It was her way of being: her gentleness, her touch as soft as moonlight. But also her intelligence, her unexpected strength. She lit up the night.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Hollow Heart

“MAMA SAL: When you're a girl, hija, and a Mexican, you learn that you only got one shot at being a woman and that's being a mother.

LUNA: Tell Medea. She's the mother, not me.

MAMA SAL: You go from a daughter to a mother, and there's nothing in between. That's the law of our people written como los diez commandments on the metate stone from the beginning of all time.”
― Cherr铆e L. Moraga, The Hungry Woman: A Mexican Medea & Heart of the Earth: A Popul Vuh Story

“How pitiful,鈥� Ariadne says, her eyes filled with resentment, 鈥淭o 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鈥檚 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

“The amusing thing about porn is that often the best heterosexual females are in fact lesbians, and the best lesbians are heterosexuals. That should tell us something about the acting abilities of females.”
― Jack Freestone

“There isn鈥檛 a version of me that could鈥檝e looked away from you.”
― Yael van der Wouden, The Safekeep

“Nakano approached the ring curiously and Duke moved to stand beside me. 'You trying fo' scrap me?' she asked.
'What would I even scrap you for?' I asked her, annoyed.
'Your femme's honour', Nakano supplied.
'Two butches enter, one butch leaves,' Malia said, voice pitched low.”
― Makana Yamamoto, Hammajang Luck