Queer Quotes

“—Tienes que saber que yo siempre estoy confuso. No fui ni escribí porque quería apartarme de ti sin quererlo. Tú no lo entendías. Querías hacerme volver por todos los medios y yo tenía un miedo terrible. Te sentía a ti cuando intentaba dormirme en casa del médico. Me obsesionabas. Yo sabía que algo iba mal, pero no podía decir el qué. Así que me dediqué a pensar que eras tú.”
― E.M. Forster

“—Puedes cuando entiendes —dijo Maurice dulcemente—. Puedes hacer cualquier cosa cuando sabes lo que es.”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“Es un riesgo, pero todo es un riesgo, y solo se vive una vez”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“Aunque según mi experiencia no puede contarse con la lealtad, siempre puede tenerse esperanza en ella, y perseguirla, y debe florecer en el suelo más inverosímil.”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“you will remember
for we in our youth
did these things
yes many and beautiful things”
― Sappho

“Ellwood knew there was a quotation for this particular, painful speechlessness, but it did not come to him. All his words were gone. There was something surging gloriously in his chest, and he had no way to express it.”
― Alice Winn, In Memoriam

“It’s not just about telling queer stories," I continue, louder now as I find my footing. "It’s about telling all kinds of queer stories. Yes, there can be tragedy and death and darkness, there's an important place for that, but don't forget about queer beauty and queer catharsis and queer joy! Every gay character doesn't need to die in the first scene, or in a third-act blaze of glory to save everyone else. Support queer heroes, not just onscreen, but offscreen too!”
― Chuck Tingle

“I am the trees and the flowers you step on. Iam the earth you walk on, the water you drink, the animals you kill. I am the mountains and the never-ending sea. I am here and everywhere else, now and forever. I am Everything.”
― Dr. Watson, When the Spring Comes

“I do not ask you to be like your brother, or like Abraham or Isaac. I only ask you to be like you, Aharon,”
― Claude Hamesh, In the Hands of an Angry G-d

“All my children are worthy, even when you doubt yourself. Especially when you doubt yourself.”
― Claude Hamesh, In the Hands of an Angry G-d

“You know, when a beautiful bleeding woman shows up at your door, it's common courtesy to let her in or help her or something.”
― Allison Ivy, Inked in Blood and Memory

“Being openly queer can feel intimidating. But every day just by being yourself you inspire the people around you. You don't have to be an influencer to influence!”
― Theo Parish, Homebody

“Stare nella tua testa dev'essere un'esperienza terribile”
― Chiaralascura

“Stare nella tua testa dev'essere un'esperienza terribile”
― Chiara Meloni, Queeranta. Meglio tardi che mai

“For most people our lives are series of insight fallacies”
― Angela Chen

“The fortress site sat unattended and unexplored. It was scaring everyone away, and even the wildlife abandoned it. Mother Earth knew of the empty skies where birds used to call, so it longed for the natural rhythms to be restored. But no one looked upon this place and thought of it as anything natural. It was an abhorrence, an eyesore worthy of destruction.”
― BB Clifford, Rainbow Warrior: The Tale of Ares, The Battle-Lustful Son

“Favors of the cut sleeve are generous,
Love of the half-eaten peach never dies.”
― Liu Zun

“Alam ko ang abakada, ang kasaysayan ng Herusalem nang magkaroon ng Krusada, pero nabobo ako ng pagmamahal.”
― Lush Ericson, Agustin and Ariston's Version of the Universe

“Isa siyang bading na nagmahal. At tulad ng karaniwang kuwento ng mga bading na nagmahal, nakalimutan niya ang sarili.”
― Lush Ericson, Agustin and Ariston's Version of the Universe

“Sabihin ko man nang mabilis... mahal kita. Sabihin ko man nang mabagal... mahal kita. Sa paanong paraan ko man sabihin, lagi iyong totoo. Hindi ko alam kung paano nagsimula. Basta nagising na lang ako na alam ko na, mahal kita.”
― Lush Ericson, Agustin and Ariston's Version of the Universe

“Isn’t it beautiful?” I took in the walled rocks and tall trees of varying colors on both sides of the river, the island that refused to be buried, and the bright blue sky above us. The scent was pure nature—leaves and bark and dirt and water. In that moment, my heartbeat steadied.
“It’s beautiful,” I confirmed, smiling a little more and looking at her. “Thank you.”
― Jenna Miller

“Her lips drew me in, bringing me back to that summer. Each and every one of her smiles felt like they were just for me, like we were sharing a secret between friends. And when I’d come out to her and her mouth didn’t curve the way I’d hoped . . . why did I still feel crushed to this day? Yes, I’d lost a friend, but why did it feel like more? Why did it feel so intense?”
― Jenna Miller

“And the poet, he asked, who was it again? Aisha didn't know him, neither did Matthew. But, of course, Gregory did. He asked if he was the 9/11 denier. No, definitely not a denier, but very vocal when Bush invaded Iraq. That was all I needed to say for the conversation to end. Nobody wanted to talk about anything that happened outside America, they only wanted to talk about food and television and the mold on the third floor at Franklin, which was giving everyone allergies.”
― Yasmin Zaher, The Coin

“He wanted to make him bleed, and then tend to the wounds.”
― Alice Winn, In Memoriam

“He felt as if he had shed something, some weight he had not known he carried. [ . . . ] A knot of tangles in his heart was unsnarling, and things were much simpler than before.”
― Alice Winn, In Memoriam

“After procuring several fervent assurances that his wife would apologize sincerely and deeply for his absence from Rosings that evening, Mr Collins reluctantly died.”
― Lindz McLeod, The Unlikely Pursuit of Mary Bennet

“My queerness isn’t just a matter of who I sleep with, bigger than sexuality, a subversive reclamation of life outside of the lines”
― Jeanette LeBlanc

“For all of you out there, visible & invisible. Closeted or out & proud. Femme & Masc & every glorious stripe on the rainbow in between.

You incandescent queens, deliciously undefinable androgynous souls, chivalrous butches, tomboy dykes, drop-dead yet still invisible femmes. You with your flare, your flamboyance, your rugged individuality, your glorious diversity, your insistence on being seen, your quiet but steady presence in the places that matter. You, the cliche and every unexpected exception. The world’s stereotypes brought to blazing life & you who smashes the boxes & changes the paradigms & refuses to be painted into place. You, who knows that queer looks, speaks, sounds & moves through this world in a million different ways. You, the grieving. You the dancing. You, the proud & the humble & the defiant & the free.

Whatever label you choose & define for yourself.
Whatever identity feels like home to you.
However you have come to know & name yourself & your good, good, love.
You are my family.
I see you.”
― Jeanette LeBlanc

“I mean," Rupert looked up at me cogiatively, "almost everyone is a homosexual, aren't they? Boys, I mean."
"I sometimes think so," I hedged.
"Is Grandpa one?"
"Good heavens, no," I protested.
"Am I one?"Rupert asked intently.
"It's a bit early to say yet, old fellow. But you could be, you know."
"Goody!" he squealed, banging his heels against the front of the sofa again. "Then I can come and live with you.”
― Alan Hollinghurst, The Swimming-Pool Library

“... We were just having a talk about homosexuality."
"He is frightfully interested in that at the moment, although he can't have the least idea what it is - can he? It must be the effect of his overbearing and possessive mum. Odd what little children get up to; I was a committed transvestite at his age. But that seemed to get it out of the system," he added hastily.”
― Alan Hollinghurst, The Swimming-Pool Library