Quotes About Reunion

Tuesday will be a tough night for me. It's like to return to the family who have not seen you for a long time. I spent a wonderful time there.

(On seeing a former lover for the first time in years) I thought I told you to wait in the car.

When the two that share destiny part and reunite, beyond the frame of time, the ceased clock will awake and start to tick once again.

What shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face? How shall I charm the interval that lowers Between this time and that sweet time of grace?

MOST OF US have harbored a fantasy wherein we return to confront a lost first love, and, in that reunion, we have become better looking, thinner, richer, utterly desirable— so desirable that our lost love realizes instantly that he has made a terrible mistake.

Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me.

How many times had she heard women in New York - maybe women everywhere, for all she knew - speak lyrically of how they wouldn't see friends for months, perhaps even years, and then it was as though they had never been apart. Picked up where we left off was the common phrase. It was supposed to signal some magical communion, but if you looked it right in the eye, it came down to this: the kinds of people they considered friends they might not even actually see for a long long time.

How many times she had heard women in New York - maybe women everywhere, for all she knew - speak lyrically of how they would't see friends for months, perhaps even years, and then it was as though they had never been apart. Picked up where we left off was the common phrase. It was supposed to signal some magical communion, but if you looked it right in the eye, it came down to this: the kind of people they considered friends they might not even actually see for a long long time.

Nicky dropped the children off that night, he poked his head in long enough to say that everything had gone fine. The children ran into her arms. Harry smelled as sweet and pungent as sawdust, Ella as deliciously odd as puppy breath. The touch of their skin, the smells, made her whole again, like an animal lost in the wilds that finds its mother.

It isn't often one gets the chance to entertain one's great-great-great-grandmother. Sassinak.

I could easily imagine carrying a favoured item to the ends of the earth, if only to help believe I'd see its beloved owner again.

Letters should be written to send news, to say send me news, to say meet me at the train station.

So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.

Geliebten Lakaien are once again here with us. Lisa, Heddy, Henrietta, Peter, and Jean Pierre

Undoubtedly he will contact me. I know him too well to think otherwise. He will come to me. He will-whatever his state of mind, and I cannot possibly imagine it-come to me to give me some solace, if nothing else.

None of the Egyptian languages he'd ever spoken had a word for soul; he'd watched this concept evolve over the centuries after he left his kingdom, this concept of a vaporous version of self that connected one to higher purpose, a version of self that could depart the flesh, entering some disembodied realm, awaiting reunion with the body or traveling onwards into a vaunted afterlife.

Goodbye, Lord Rohan, she said. The door to Lina's house stood open, the footman waitig patiently. I don't expect we'll see each other again. His smile was slow, mocking, irresistibly devilish. Would you care to wager on that, my love?

Come along, my brave one. Your wife and son want to see you.

But still, you know how it is when you're missing a loved one. You try to turn every stranger into the person you were hoping for.

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Their bodies fit perfectly like this, two continents pulled eons ago but now rejoined.

I've missed you, Frank.' 'I haven't breathed since you left.

I am like them-I want life. I want to go back to Manchuria, to find my house and my go table. I will return to the Square of a Thousand Winds and wait for my Stranger. I know he will come ... one afternoon ... as he did that first time.

You called me," I whispered. "And you came," Jesse Holms answered, a green-eyed glance back at me, a half smile that dissolved my bones. Then we were moving hand in hand down the rotting plank stairs.