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“The love I feel for you is what exists in the hearts of two people when there is something between them that is unique. It's what makes them fit together like pieces of a puzzle. It's something that makes them want to be with each other, no matter what. Something that makes their time apart almost unbearable and then their time back together so much sweeter.”

“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.”

“The first time I let myself fall, it wasn’t hot at all. It was cold. January. There was ice on the sidewalks— at least, that’s what I’d heard. But this girl felt like nectarines and balconies to me. She felt like everything. She felt like a long winter, then a nervous spring, then a sticky summer, and then those last days you never thought you’d get to, the ones that spread themselves out, out, out until they feel like they go on forever. So, August is a person.”

“I believe there are many different ways for a soul mate to manifest in our lives. “Sometimes they are a lover. Sometimes they are a friend. Sometimes they even first appear as an enemy. Sometimes they can move through all three of those relationships at different times in our lives. I actually believe we all have many soul mates out there in the world, and that we may not find all of them in this current life.”

“It seemed strange to me, to suddenly be so protective of the rights of refusal of a girl I was dying to sink my teeth into, a girl who would probably love to see me crawl and beg and suffer. But I decided on the spot that if I was going to be a monster, I was going to be an elegant one, like my beloved De Lafontaine. There was no sense descending into an animalistic frenzy without the full agreement of my blood donor; there was no art in it, no beauty. And I would die before I sacrificed art and beauty. Life simply wasn't worth living if it wasn't by those principles.”

“Do you remember, darling A year ago today When we gave ourselves to each other Before you went away At the end of that pleasant summer weather Which we had spent by the sea together? How little we knew, my darling, All that the year would bring! Did I think of the wretched mornings When I should kiss my ring And long with all my heart to see The girl who gave the ring to me? We have not been sorry darling We loved each other so- We will not take back the promises We made a year ago- And so again, my darling I give myself to you, With graver thought than a year ago With love that is deep and true.”

“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.”

“How romantic and dreamy.” My mistress sighed. “I should make someone pick a lover’s quarrel with me.” “I could do it.” The jest slipped out, my brain catching up seconds later to what my mouth had just said. “Would you, really?” Viola asked quietly. The mood shifted, the light, playful air between us dissolving.”

“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.”

“My speckled beauty,” Ariadne whispers in Iona’s ear, “You cannot know how you have captivated me. I dreamed of you, wished for you, ached for only you, perhaps even more than you did for me. Every second in your presence was exquisite torture. You must know how much power you have over me, then and now.”