Hi love!! Umm do you have any words relating to; lovers sharing the same soul/being the same/twin flame type esque? Thank you lovely!!!
“You and I have almost achieved that which is never achieved: we sit in each other’s souls.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay, to Arthur Davison Ficke
“There is no one else for me. I begin and end with you.”
Samantha Towle, Wethering The Storm
"Then if we die we die together (yes, we’ll remain one,) / If we go anywhere we’ll go together."
Walt Whitman, “Good-bye, My Fancy”
Gabriela Mistral, letter to Doris Dana
“We bow, we meet, we pass or sit opposite each other. You are my garments, and I am yours.”
Adonis, “Transformations of the Lover”
“They were two very separate beings, vitally connected, knowing nothing of each other, yet living in their separate ways from one root.”
D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow
“What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and HE remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I AM Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
Friedrich Nietzsche to Lou Salomé
"I will love you forever; whatever happens. Till I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I'll drift about forever, all my atoms, till I find you again..."
"I'll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we'll cling together so tight that nothing and no one'll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you...We'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pin trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams...And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won't just be able to take one, they'll have to take two, one of you and one of me, we'll be joined so tight... “
Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass
One half of me is yours, the other half, yours-- Mine own, I would say. But if mine, then yours, And so all yours.
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
Sara Eliza Johnson, “Elegy Surrounded by Water”
Adonis, “Transformations of the Lover”
“I love you. I feel as though we were never strangers, you and I, not even for a moment.”
Friedrich Nietzsche, letter to Mathilde Trampedach
“I won’t hide it: I’m so unused to being – well, understood, perhaps, – so unused to it, that in the very first minutes of our meeting I thought: this is a joke, a masquerade trick … But then … And there are things that are hard to talk about – you’ll rub off their marvellous pollen at the touch of a word … Yes, I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought – and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds...”
Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
“ ...my lover was from the past a poet who came to me in dreams.”
Yu Xuanji, “Three Beautiful Sisters, Orphaned Young”
“What were we before we were we? We must’ve been standing by the shoulder of a dirt road while the city burned. We must’ve been disappearing, like we are now. Maybe in the next life we’ll meet each other for the first time—believing in everything but the harm we’re capable of.”
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel
Rebecca Perry, “Kintsugi”
“He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.”
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
“Fonny loved me too much, we needed each other too much. We were a part of each other, flesh of each other’s flesh—which meant that we so took each other for granted that we never thought of the flesh. He had legs, and I had legs—that wasn’t all we knew but that was all we used. They brought us up the stairs and down the stairs and, always, to each other.”
James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk
Alejandra Pizarnik, “On Your Anniversary”
"Together we
trace our strange journey, find each other,
come on laughing.
Some time we’ll cross where life ends.
We’ll both look back
as far as forever, that first day.
I’ll touch you—a new world then.
Stars will move a different way.
We’ll both end.
We’ll both begin.
William Stafford, “Our Story”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
