If I keep dressing up like this I’ll save the world from Nuclear Apocalypse. But will anyone love me for it? I’ll save the world anyway. I know what looks good

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