Quotes About Reunion

Although champagne was served, the mood was curiously subdued. After this reunion, they would probably never meet together as a class again—at least not in such numbers. They would spend the next decades reading obituaries of the men who had started out in 1954 as rivals and today were leaving Harvard as brothers. This was the beginning of the end. They had met once more and just had time enough to learn that they liked one another. And to say goodbye.

There were parents sailing to rejoin their children, and children to rejoin their parents, and wives and fathers hoping to get back to their own families, as was the case with Mrs. Arthur Luck of Worcester, Massachusetts, traveling with her two sons, Kenneth Luck and Elbridge Luck, ages eight and nine, to rejoin her husband, a mining engineer who awaited them in England. Why in the midst of great events there always seems to be a family so misnamed is one of the imponderables of history.

Exile from the Loved One; or, Farewell and Return.

When I saw my wife again standing by the tracks as the train came in by the piled logs at the station, I wished I had died before I had ever loved anyone but her.

I regarded home as a place I left behind in order to come back to it afterward.

That seemed to handle it. That was it. Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off with him. Now go and bring her back. And sign the wire with love. That was it all right. I went in to lunch

It was warm and like the spring and I walked down the alleyway of trees, warmed from the sun on the wall, and found we still lived in the same house and that it all looked the same as when I had left it.

Hallo, Fremder, sagte er zu dem zweiten Reisenden. Die Welt ist klein! Lange her, seit unsere Köpfe Seite an Seite auf dem Kissen lagen. Eine Ewigkeit!, rief der andere. Da wusste Clement, dass sie alle einander fremd waren und dass die stürmische Nacht vor ihnen lag.

Atunci, stimat? doamn?, cred c? nu mai încape nici o îndoial?, ne-am mai v?zut, iar dumneavoastr? sunteÅ£i chiar soÅ£ia mea.

JEAN: I promise you'll recognize her by her smile. No-one smiles like her. She's on the tall side, I think, and she has long arms. But you'll recognize her too by the look of wonder on her face at finding herself here . . . She'll close her eyes a minute because the light's too strong. She'll ask you if I've been here if you've seen me, if anyone's waiting for her.

I'll recognize her by the way she's trying to recognize me. Lost memories will guide her.

Off in the distance, the clouds seemed to part to make way for a commercial jet. People on board were getting excited. They were probably coming home. What feeling could match that? I thought.

I realize I've been calling out to Dad just like he's been calling out to me. Telling him the same thing the whole time. Not words from my mouth through the air, but from my heart through the earth, so only the two of us could hear it. FIND ME.

Nearby Vanniv grinned and opened his arms as well. Not toward anyone in particular. Patrick, always a good sport, rose from his chair and gave Vanniv a hug. Vanniv seemed briefly startled, then grinned and pulled Patrick in closer, like they'd been long-lost brothers.

And I'd ask the goddess to give my brother back. It was the only way to bring my family back together.

Ran into Anderson on the street

Palyaço maskesinin alt?nda yatan o yüz, uzun y?llar önce tan???p sevilmiÅŸ, sonra da kaybedilmiÅŸ, ÅŸimdi de yeniden bulunmuÅŸ bir sevgilinin yüzü. Onunla daha önce hç kar??laÅŸmam?? olmama, bana tümüyle yabanc? bir yüz olmas?na kar??n, görüp tan?mamdan bile önce vurgun olduÄŸum bir yüz bu. [sf 288]

A Magnificent Banquet, being A Thanksgiving for the Safe Return Of our Beloved Daughter, Princess Esmeralda. Bring your own plates.

Septimus! Oh, Septimus!" Marcia hurled herself toward Septimus and enveloped him in her cloak. "You're alive. I thought… I thought you were dead. I thought you'd fallen…" "Me too," said Septimus, holding on to Marcia. "Me too.

To return after long years of painful absence to some place which has been the scene of our former joys, and whence the force of circumstance, and not choice, has driven us, is oppressive to the heart.

I still have some very dear friends from school, and we get together whenever possible.

The thing that is comforting about being a touring musician is whenever I say bye to my friends, I'm like, 'I don't know when I'll see you again but it'll be sooner than I think and if it's not soon then it won't matter.'

The idea of an afterlife where you can be reunited with loved ones can be immensely consoling - though not to me.

See you later, alligator. After a while, crocodile.