Quotes About Reunion

When you come home to me, I will always be here waiting for you.

In a dog's world, only three states existed: now, in a while, and forever. If someone left, he was gone forever, and when he returned they rejoiced as much as if he were back from the dead precisely because he'd been gone forever.

They had marched all the soldiers' miles together, and now their ways parted. They would promise reunion, but such promises were so rarely kept.

I was only 15 when I left Barcelona to do my own thing. Luckily, after some years, they have signed me again.

Silver Jews was always a coolection of old friends. Uncoolection.

I know you've run away - everybody gets the urge to do that some time - but sooner or later you'll want to go home.

We ate till we were tired out from eating, which is the way people in South Carolina eat at family reunions.

Why are instants of reunion so empty? Perhaps because they are so anticipated, too muffled already at the moment of their coming with every previous imagining to make any mark of their own.They refer backwards, to all the length of time that has refined itself as the prologue to cataclysm, and to all the flawed imaginings themselves, in each of which this moment is strangely dilated, expansive, arrested

We never know, when life reunites us with someone, how closely our stories will match.

It was interesting, actually, how everyone's primary feeling-state at that moment was disguised as a different emotion. Sarah's repulsion at being reunited with Liam took the form of outrage at Martin. Liam's passion for Sarah took the form of concern for Karen. And Karen's unbearable humiliation, which she had always expected and never expected, took the form of emotionlessness and not caring. "I

He grabbed her and pulled her against him. I've missed you, he said right before he kissed her.

It's Maya," Phoebe said. Zane turned and followed her gaze. "Just perfect," he muttered as his ex-stepsister walked toward them. "You're looking grim, Zane," Maya said cheerfully when she joined them. "Who died?" She smiled. "Oh, I forgot. You're just being your usual charming self." She squeezed his arm. "You've missed me, I know." Zane's eyes narrowed. "Like foot fungus.

We will find another way, she repeated. We're like orbiting pearls. No matter what pulls us apart, we'll always find our way back to each other.

When he returned to the

Not worried about the decor, Brandt. Seriously. Just find us some place where no one you knew from the good old days is going to walk in on us." "The Black Bear Inn it is," Will said (...) "For the record, those weren't the good old days. These days with you, these are the good old days. Right now.

The child of divorce and the parent without primary custody know these interstitial places well: the curb, the corridor, the terminal parking lot. It is there where you embrace, you shed tears, you thank God for reuniting you -- or curse God for tearing you asunder once more. All the while, the elevator dings, the custodian sweeps up, the traffic cop urges you to get a move on.

Dragon!" she said and moved ahead of her husband to greet her brother-in-law with a warm hug. "You look well. The leg is still not bothering you?" "It would not dare, after the terror you put it through.

I remember, in former East Berlin, how startling it was to see the wall cut some streets. The street would go straight into the wall. It would continue on the other side, in another world. At least one street should have remained like that, walled, to remind people of the old division.

Wherever it is you make your home, there is always this other place, this other person, calling to you. Come to me. Come back.

Las once! La guerra ha terminado. Un clamor se eleva de las trincheras. Gorros al aire. Abrazos. Lágrimas que dejan regueros claros al deslizarse por rostros negros de mugre e intemperie. Sobreviviré. Podré contarles a mis nietos cómo fue esto.

Todo es distinto. Usted es distinto, ella es distinta... Volver tarde y mal, como usted, es peor que no volver.

When he bent down and swept her up in his arms and carried her to the divan, she did not protest. She fumbled with the buttons of his waistcoat, eager to touch his flesh and feel his heart beat against her hand. He moved over her and looked down at her with eyes dark with passion. "I have missed you," he said. "God, how I have missed you." "Show me," she said, and sighed with happiness when he put his hand on her ankle and began to slide it up her leg.

Bridgerton," he grunted. Damn damn damn. Colin Bridgerton was the last person he wanted to see right now. Even the ghost of Napoleon, come down to slice a rapier through his gullet, would have been preferable.

I'm home'', he said against her skin, and she realized it was the truth. ''I'm home, too''.