Quotes About Reunion

I run to the coffeemaker like a soldier returning to a lost love after the war.

The last time they had been together, they'd waltzed in a winter garden. Now, they were de-lousing a pestilent street urchin.

It's always good to go home.

We were young women with lives and husbands and children by the time we were brought together again. We chose not to interfere with one another. It was enough for each of us to know that the others were well….

I felt preposterously happy to see him. Felt, in fact, like I was in one of those movies where the woman goes into labor while her husband is out of town and he rushes back, gets there just in time. His face, gauging me, so full of tenderness and respect that you'd think he was my husband, even if he had no idea who I was or what he was doing with me--which makes him, I suppose, like most husbands.

I thought if only we could go on and meet again, shy as strangers.

I can't go down there. They think I'm dead! Oh, you've remembered that. Good for you.

If the pull of the outside world is strong, there is also a pull towards the human. The cat may disappear on its own errands, but sooner or later, it returns once again for a little while, to greet us with its own type of love.

By gad, is that you, Ainswood? I haven't seen you in a dog's age. How's the gout? Still troubling you?

For old times' sake.

He turned to shut and lock the door, then came close, his gaze touching her features. "I missed you, Holly." Her heart caught painfully. The poor organ seemed to be getting quite the workout lately.

He remembered kissing her… falling for her. Then how she'd left the mountain without looking back, forgetting about him with shocking, heartbreaking ease. Now she was back. And she'd kissed him like maybe she hadn't forgotten him after all...

Just like old times," I wheezed. "Yeah, just like old times, Elaine. You backbiting, poisonous, treacherous . . ." And then a thought hit me. Just like old times. ". . . deceitful, wicked, clever girl. If this works I'll buy you a pony.

We find Maggie," I said. "We take her back. And we kill anyone who gets in the way." Susan

The prodigal son has been welcomed home with open arms." "Really?" "Well," Thomas amended, "with reluctant, irritated arms, anyway.

Maybe I'll bump into you again sometime." "I'd like that. Only next time without the gun." "One of those old-fashioned girls, huh?" I said.

The passengers weren't treated like refugees but rather long lose relatives.

The passengers weren't treated like refugees but rather long lost relatives.

Roxanne and Clark Loper were homeward bound.

When single shines the triple sun, What was sundered and undone Shall be whole, the two made one By Gelfling hand, or else by none.

The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye. The story of love is Hello and Goodbye. Until we meet again.......

I could picture him gray and gaunt, looking out from an armchair, braving the worst. I knew how he'd be; I knew him. He'd be glad to see me by then, more than glad. I could feel myself wishing it were that time now.

If you have reasons for not coming back, I don't want to know them. I just want you to come back anyway. Ignorance, see?

I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.