The Best Lesbian Love Quotes

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,
sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,
dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding,
our animal passion rooted in the city.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply. those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire.

But the true feminist deals out of a lesbian consciousness whether or not she ever sleeps with women.

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding, our animal passion rooted in the city.

Love is a wild fire that cannot be contained by any mere element known to man.

It’s so tiring to make love to women, it takes forever. I’m too lazy to be a lesbian.

There’s something about you and I’m finding it impossible to stay away. Whenever you’re near, ‘I love you’ is all I want to say.

Do people always fall in love with things they can’t have?’

‘always,’ carol said, smiling, too.

Together, in that room, our childhood notions of love melted away. We discovered love was not a fairytale. Sometimes there were no happy endings, and when there were, you needed to work like hell to keep the happiness alive.

As far as I was concerned men were something you had around the place, not particularly interesting, but quite harmless. I had never shown the slightest feeling for them, and apart from my never wearing a skirt, saw nothing else in common between us.

I became a lesbian because of women, because women are beautiful, strong, and compassionate.

Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Drag is when a man wears everything a lesbian won’t.

It’s hard not to be a fighter when you’re constantly under siege.

I think choosing between men and women is like choosing between cake and ice cream. You’d be daft not to try both when there are so many different flavors.

As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral… As love accumulates, it keeps your system in balance and harmony. Love is the tool, and more love is the end product.

It’s a curious, wanting thing.

Everybody’s journey is individual. If you fall in love with a boy, you fall in love with a boy. The fact that many Americans consider it a disease says more about them than it does about homosexuality.

Treasure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your gold and good health have vanished.

Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don’t guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it’s total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral.

and it’s relentless.

So, let me get this straight– you want me to stop being a lesbian and being attracted to women because it is a ‘sin’? last time I checked, when you lie you are sinning. Sure, I could tell you I am no longer a lesbian or that I am no longer attracted to women and am straight, or I could even tell you the moon is made of cheese. I could tell you many things, but the moon will still not be made of cheese, and I will still not be attracted to men. I could tell you a lie in order to placate you, but isn’t the truth supposed to set me free? I choose truth over lies any day of the week.

I’ve had more difficulty accepting myself as bisexual than I ever did accepting that I was a lesbian. It felt traitorous. A few years ago, I admitted to myself that I was still interested in men in more than a “brad pitt is slick hot sexy” kind of way. But I worried whatmy friends, exes, and the community would think. I never even broached the subject with my parents. Because what bothered me the most was that people would think that being a lesbian had been a phase for me, when that was so very not the case. What I feared was that I would no longer be part of a community, that I might be seen with my boyfriend and not be recognized as something not the same.

Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,

bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….

Everyone wants to hear I Love You but what they want more is for it to be true when you say it.

I don’t understand the hatred and fear of gays and bisexuals and lesbians…
it’s a concept I honestly cannot grasp. To me, it’s not who you love…
a man, a woman, what have you…
it’s the fact that you love. That is all that truly matters.

Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night.

If you need someone to be around to complete you, it’s something missing from inside. Find that first and then get love.

There’s a greek legend—no, it’s in something plato wrote—about how true lovers are really two halves of the same person. It says that people wander around searching for their other half, and when they find him or her, they are finally whole and perfect. The thing that gets me is that the story says that originally all people were really pairs of people, joined back to back, and that some of the pairs were man and man, some woman and woman, and others man and woman. What happened was that all of these double people went to war with the gods, and the gods, to punish them, split them all in two. That’s why some lovers are heterosexual and some are homosexual, female and female, or male and male.

I am a strong, black, lesbian woman. Every time I say it, I feel so much better.

Before you echo ‘amen’ in your home or place of worship, think and remember…a child is listening.

Before our eyes met, my mind was an empty mirror. I fear that my dreams will shatter. Now I see you every day in my dreams with all your beauty, that teases me, I lost my peace, I lost my sleep. All night I stay up thinking of you. What else can I say? I am in love.

…the man of my dreams is a girl.

You had to be willing to fight in order for a love story to last a life time.

The more you love,the more love you have to give.it’s the only feeling we have which is infinite…

That is the true season of love. when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.

The first time someone else touched me with the intent to pleasure, I fell in love. Not with that person, but with the act itself. Such intimacy and accord. Even with the awkwardness of first time lovers there was a grace and purity, carnal and beautiful that I knew from that moment on I could never live without.

The music business was not safe, but it was FUN. It was like falling in love with a woman you know is bad for you, but you love every minute with her, anyway.

Being a lesbian means I have the opportunity to love what is uncommon and I’m okay with that. I do not cry myself to sleep or am upset by the life that I lead because of who I care about. Because I accept the fact that it is simply love.

I am a rare species, not a stereotype.

I would certainly never suggest that any lesbian should be ashamed of her sexual preference.

So many things to think about, so many words to say. So many deeds to be done, so many habits to create. So much character to show, so much love to give. In all of this there is transformation and in all of this I live.

God doesn’t like lesbians,” grandma huberman hised, throwing the magazine in the trash.
jennifer knew what lesbian meant, and she knew she probably was one. But she couldn’t understand why god would hold that against her or against monica mathers, who’d never started a war or killed anybody, and whose deadeye three-pointers were straight-up amazing. After all, hadn’t god made both of them? but people were like that, she’d noticed. They’d invoke godly privilege at the weirdest of times and for the most stupid reasons.

I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.”
how beautiful she looked in the moonlight!
shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.
her soft cheek was glowing against mine. “darling, darling,” she murmured, “i live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.”
i started from her.
she was gazing on me with eyes from which all fire, all meaning had flown, and a face colorless and apathetic.
“is there a chill in the air, dear?” she said drowsily. “i almost shiver; have I been dreaming? let us come in. Come; come; come in.

Gay kids aren’t a “plot point” that you can play with. Gay kids are real, actual kids, teenagers, growing up into awesome adults, and they don’t have the books they need to reflect that. Growing up, my nose was constantly stuck in a book. Growing up as a lesbian, I was told over and over and over by the lack of gayness in said books that I did not exist. That I wasn’t important enough to tell stories about. That I was invisible. Why are we telling our kids this? why are we telling them that they’re a minority, and they don’t deserve the same rights as straights, that they’re going to grow up in a world that despises them, that the intolerance of humanity will never change, that they’re worthless. It’s not true.

The only queer people are those who don’t love anybody.

[looking like a straight girl] means wearing clothes that seek and destroy comfort. These are garments designed by gay men to attract heterosexual men. The straight girl is simply the hanger for an inside joke.

She loves me for the way I never leave her and I love her for the thousand secret ways she makes me stay.

I am a writer who happens to love women. I am not a lesbian who happens to write.

My first female lover was a jewish woman. She was butch, but not in a swaggering macho way- she could pass as a yeshiva boy, pale and intense. Small, almost fragile, she exuded a powerful sense of herself. She had not been to a synagogue in years, but kept the law of kashrut, and taught me my first prayers in hebrew. She cooked, she read, she ironed her dress shirts and polished her boots meticulously, and admired femme women enormously. She was also the first person ever- including myself- to bring me to multiple orgasms. She taught me to ask for what I wanted in bed, then encouraged me to expect it from her and future lovers. She taught me to get her off with fingers, tongue, lips, sex toys, and my voice. She showed me how to masturbate in different positions, and fisted me during my menstrual cramps to provide an internal massage- and to demonstrate that a sexual act without orgasm was also an acceptable, intimate act. She never separated sexuality from the rest of her life; it was as integral to her as her judaism.

this was how I wanted to be. Not just sexually, although certainly that way too. This is how I wanted to move through the world.

— karen taylor (from “daughters of zelophehad”).

I found you in the clarity of the moon, Not the rigor of the sun. Not in the light, where its easier to see, But when the world is blind and loves eyes are free.

No government has the right to tell its citizens when or whom to love. The only queer people are those who don’t love anybody.

The single best thing about coming out of the closet is that nobody can insult you by telling you what you’ve just told them.