"An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break." — Chinese Proverb
There’s something between us [...] a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to you—
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, from 'Presumption'
I am stretched like a bow with your pull.
— Rumi, The Forbidden Rumi: The Suppressed Poems of Rumi on Love, Heresy, and Intoxication; from ‘Give Up Yourself’, tr. Will Johnson and Nevit Ergin
Something of you still taut / still tugs still pulls, / a rope that trembled / hummed between us.
— Sandra Cisneros, Loose Woman; from 'Vino Tinto'
I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame.
— Charlotte Brontë, from ‘Jane Eyre’
There was a silence between them, and a strange tension of hostility. They always kept a gap, a distance between them, they wanted always to be free each of the other. Yet there was a curious heart-straining towards each other.
— D. H. Lawrence, from 'Women in Love'
I could feel the inevitable magnetic polar forces in us, and the tidal blood beat loud, Loud, roaring in my ears, slowing and rhythmic.
— Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’ — 15th May 1952
The tides inside your heart still pull me towards you.
— Richard Jackson, from 'After All This', published in 'Salt Hill 22'
By then I was used to silence. / Though something stretched between us / like a whisper, like a rope:
— Margaret Atwood, Interlunar; from ‘Orpheus (1)’
— what still deepens pulls us back together.
— Caitríona O’Reilly, The Nowhere Birds; from ‘Possession’
We're connected by a thread / If we're ever far apart / I'll still feel the pull of you
— The National, from ‘The Pull of You’
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