âYou donât meet the people you love, you recognize them.â
â Anna Gavalda, âLife, Only Betterâ , trans. Tina Kover
âYou and I know each other in our bonesâ
â Kurt Vonnegut, from a letter to Nanny VonnegutÂ
âbut everyone had this patina
 of slightly bruised longing, this shimmer of
 I think I knew you when we were children,
 this look of Iâve loved you ever since you
 and probably longer than thatâ
â Paul Hostovsky, from âEveryone was Beautiful,â Dear Truth (Main Street Rag, 2009)
âHeâs been here in my heart before I even knew him. Understand? Heâs always been here. Always.â
â Sandra Cisneros , from Woman at Hollering Creek: Stories; âNever Marry a Mexican,â
âYou came into my lifeânot as one comes to visitâŠbut as one comes to a kingdom where all the rivers have been waiting for your reflection, all the roads, for your stepsâŠâ
â Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to VĂ©ra Slonim (1923), Letters to VĂ©ra
âI love you. I feel as though we were never strangers, you and I, not even for a moment.â
â Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Mathilde Trampedach
âEventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.â
âHere when I say âI never want to be without you,â
somewhere else I am saying
âI never want to be without you again.â And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet in all of the lives we are,
itâs with hands that are dying and resurrected.
When I donât touch you itâs a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
â Bob Hicok, Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem
âShe said that she had been searching for my eyes in the crowd because she felt as if she were talking to my heart.â
â Audre Lorde, from âZami: A New Spelling of my Name,â published c. 1982
âWho knows? perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the eveningâŠâ
â Rainer Maria Rilke, from You who never arrived (tr. by Stephen Mitchell); Uncollected Poems: 1913â1918