Quotes About Reunion

No matter how long their partings, on meeting they fell together as sweetly as two halves of an apple. Now in old age, the warm friendship had an added quality, for the knowledge that it must end before long quickened their love for each other.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

Un impostor teme encontrarse con un paisano, pero más aún encontrarse con un compañero de escuela.

I saved your place, Rosa," he whispered, his arms coming around me and lifting me so I was not carrying all my burdens alone. "We've just been waiting for you to come back to us.

Just that working with Clint again is like coming home.

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.

Life is full of uncertainties, perhaps one day some unforeseen circumstance would bring her into his life once more

You are here to remind me of someone I long for, and what is it you long for yourself? We must have been together in an earlier life, you and I.

Hatred, hurt, anger are the timidity of love. When the timidity is gone, all the souls of the earth will be reunited into a single soul of love. Love is a unity that will transform us into a God of love.

I'll go back. I'll go back through that Kruger Park. After the war, if there are no bandits any more, our mother may be waiting for us. And maybe when we left our grandfather, he was only left behind, he found his way somehow, slowly, through the Kruger Park, and he'll be there. They'll be home, and I'll remember them.

I shouldn't ask you to," he said, devotion in every word, "but I'm going to. Wait for me, Jess. I'll come back to you." Naked emotion turned the sea green into hidden emeralds. Pressing her fingers to his lips, she shook her head. "You never have to ask, Galen. Forever, that's how long I'd wait for you.

Vuelve conmigo, Max —le dijo en voz queda. —¿Cómo voy a resistirme? —La miró con seriedad y le dio un beso con tal emoción que a Sophia le dolió el alma—. Tienes cautivo mi corazón.

I make believe all my dear ones are not gone, just out of my line of sight beyond some curtain or cluster of people, or tree

There is a moment after death when things can go one of several ways, when souls can mingle and reunite-or be forever parted. Fate throws the bones, and hearts are mended, or shattered. What tips the balance in one's favor? Is it Mercy, or Grace, or Justice-the names of the three brightest angels? Or is it Love, the name of the One True Being?

Your mama coming back. Just cause you cant sees a person aint mean nothing. They still there. You worry you never gonna find your mama but she gonna come to you. Close your eyes. I bets you see her good.

We became a tribe recalling the founding two. Ducked in thru a door, we ate food from Reunion, island in an ocean some- where, we forgot which, ducked in, not a trace of them there. . . We clutched bodies, rubbed each other's limbs, less in love with skin than the memory of skin, skin's image, all the more extolling skin. . . Sexed insinuance, nixed insistence in retreat. . . Would-be what-if, what if. . . We wanted it back, big promise, portent, apocalypse, urgency, plummet, plunge

fell into their open arms.

I was visited by my mother in spring 1968. I had not seen her since the end of the Rivonia Trial. Change is gradual and incremental, and when one lives in the midst of one's family, one rarely notices differences in them. But when one doesn't see one's family for many years at a time, the transformation can be striking. My mother suddenly seemed very old.

It had been twenty-one years since I had even touched my wife's hand.

I am really looking forward to driving another of my father?s car at the show in Rotterdam.

Tout à coup je pensai à l'image vaine qui m'avait égaré si longtemps. « Sylvie, dis-je, arrêtons-nous ici, le voulez-vous ? » Je me jetai à ses pieds ; je confessai en pleurant à chaudes larmes mes irrésolutions, mes caprices ; j'évoquai le spectre funeste qui traversait ma vie. « Sauvez-moi ! ajoutai-je, je reviens à vous pour toujours. » Elle tourna vers moi ses regards attendris…

Let's not see each other until we are in the next place.

After dinner, I become afraid despite myself. I know I should be joyous, for this reunion is the proof that love can still be outs, but I know the bell has tolled this evening. The sun has long since set and the thief is about to come, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. So I stare at her and wait and live a lifetime in these last remaining moments.

Some part of me knew he would show up, that if I stood in one place long enough he would find me, like you're taught to do when you're lost. But they never taught us what to do if both of you are lost, and you both end up in the same place, waiting.