Quotes About Meeting

His eyes meet hers, and she gives him a sad little smile, half a curve of the lips that falls away softly.

Funny story, but the coincidence of our last names ending in the same letter is what led two such disparate types as Connla and myself to meet and team up in the first place. It's a long story involving being sorted onto the same team for a pub quiz.

I have the feeling," she said when the other two turned, "that this is supposed to be a historic meeting. Fraught with significance. The sort of things bards might sing of, if there were bard anymore." "And it feels a little anticlimatic?" "Yes.

It had been a summery morning near the spring solstice, two hundred and seven years previous to meeting the Grey Wolf in a dark alley under the curve of the Tower.

By the rules of fiction, with which life to be credible must comply, he was as a character "impossible" - each time they met, for instance, he showed no shred or trace of having been continuous since they last met.

Well, she asked him questions about his age and his attainments. The fact that he was a Catholic gave her pause, but when I explained to her that the present Pope was a well-meaning sort of chap, she said she was prepared to meet him halfway.

I looked up and met the saddest eyes I've ever seen. His eyes were like a hole that I fell into. I could see every emotion passing through his mind. I could see hope, yet the emotion that stood out the most, hurt led me to his his heart, his poor broken heart...

CAN YOU SEE? The first... Tear once I found out that you left without a goodbye? The first... Drizzle of rain drowning all my hope? The first... And last heart of mine break in two? The first... Moment we met?

When I first met him I didn't want to look into his eyes because I knew I would be able to tell how he thought about me and that scared me

When we first met, his face broke into a full-out smile. Not one of those polite smiles you give a stranger on the street. No, the smile sped up my heart and brought on a whole new definition to the word beautiful.

Hearing the high thin cries in the autumn Ellen would remember the one time when she had met Miss Amanda on a path. Her bright cotton dress had come flashing in the way and she had walked quickly by, without a greeting, her mouth lifted into a bent smile and her eyes slanting away as if she said, 'I don't care!' Even in her denial she added to the increasing richness of the farms.

The idea of a man going about London haunted by the fear of meeting a young man with spectacles struck Dyson as supremely ridiculous;

Reunión de pastores, decía el antiguo refrán español, oveja muerta.

Y a fin de cuentas, recuerde el viejo dicho. Tarde o temprano, los extremos se tocan.

Human communication, 'as the saying goes, is a clash of symbols' it covers a multitude of signs. But it is more than media and messages, information and persuasion; it also meets a deeper need and serves a higher purpose. Whether clear or garbled, tumultuous or silent, deliberate or fatally inadvertent, communication is the ground of meeting and the foundation of community. It is, in short, the essential human connection.

I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stunned by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, "Hi." They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.

I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stunned by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, "Hi." They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.

Fred Allen cast his net wide, and the results look like a meeting of the board of directors in Candy Land. CoreFire floats at the back, obviously impatient with the selection process.

You are not obliged to put on evening clothes to meet God.

I want you to meet her. If for any reason you suspect anything strange about her ---" Hilde laughed. "I'll let you know if she tries to kill me.

What would it hurt to have one cup of coffee with him?

A Parliament is nothing less than a big meeting of more or less idle people. In proportion as you give it power it will inquire into everything, settle everything, meddle in everything.

The lust to meet authors ranks low, I think, on the roll of holy appetites; but it is an authentic pang.

I have a hip-hop podcast and get to meet all these rappers I love, so I feel very lucky.