Quotes About Reunion

His smile reawakened her in a way, reminded her that there was more to life than work. He taught her something new about friendship: it picked right back up where you'd left off, as if you hadn't been apart at all.

Vianne," he says. "I wanted you to meet my daughter." He reaches back for a classically beautiful young woman wearing a chic black sheath and vibrant pink neck scarf. She comes toward me, smiling as if we are friends. "I'm Isabelle," she says.

I think its just human nature to wish that the people who are gone from our lives are going to come back.

Please, don't apologize. These are the moments I live for. Reuniting a book with its rightful owner can be magical.

Je reviendrai à toi. I will return to you.

My Eva. After all these years, I am still his, and he is still mine. "Épouse-moi. Je t'aime. That's what I wrote. I---I love you. Rémy. I always have." "I love you, too, Eva. And if the offer is still open, my answer is yes." And then he closes the final inches between us, and his lips are on mine, and I'm twenty-five again, my whole life ahead of me rather than behind, all the chapters still unwritten.

Oh, for goodness' sake, there's your rabbit-in-the-headlights look again." He rolled his eyes, "Now, be a sport and hold my hand, will you? Your solider friend is coming back.

In the spring, tattered and emaciated Jews who had spent the war in the concentration camps to the east had begun to return. Those who had lost family members peered into the faces of these walking skeletons, struggling to find the people they were so sure they'd never see again. Sometimes, there were joyous reunions. Mostly, though, the survivors returned to find that everyone they loved had perished and that their reward for enduring hell was a renewed sense of loss and despair.

They say that those who loved you return to you in dreams.

It's really easy for us to miss each other in this big, big world... People I've met after a long time of looking; my important people.

the chairman of the Joint Chiefs; and a wild card he hadn't seen in years—TJ Burton, the head of FEMA.

nothing had changed in the years apart.

The sun in on the harbor, love, And I wish I could remain, For I know it will be some long, long time, Before I see you again.

You wanted us all back together again!" Bonnie shouted at Caroline, and pulled the scandalized girl into the dance. Meredith, her dignity forgotten, joined them too. And for a long time in the clearing there was only rejoicing.

Gabriel was trying to smile, but the expression kept breaking apart. He was looking at her as if he hadn't seen her for years and years of searching, and had just now walked into a room and come upon her unexpectedly. As if he wanted to look at every part of her, now that he could do it honestly.

It would be like losing me, like losing my own soul, Rob said, but it was't really like him saying it to her, it was as if he were simply realizing these things himself. And now it's like finding my soul again. The other half of me.

And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.

Lazlo. You have to wake up now, my love. And he did.

What filled her wasn't desire, but tenderness, and a profund gratitude that he lived, and she did, too. That he had found her, and that he had found her again. And... dear gods and stardust... yet again. Let that be the last time he ever needed to come looking for her.

?ki y?l sonra yüz yüze olman?n verdi?i hayranl?kla birbirlerine bakt?lar. Sanki dileklerin sonucu bir araya gelen hayaller gibiydiler. O an? sadece dokunmak gerçek k?labilirdi.

How delightful it is to see a friend after a length of absence! How delightful to chide him for that length of absence to which we owe such delight.

That sounds terrific, thought Cary, just you, your comatose wife your shell-shocked son, and your daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion.

If there is a life after this one", he said, "let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.

Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.