Quotes About Reunion

Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.

The time you think you're missing misses you too.

My heart was pounding as I drove up the coast again a few days later. There was the familiar little sign, the modest entrance. And here he was again, as large as life--six feet tall, broad shoulders, a big grin, and a warm and welcome handshake. Our first real touch. "Well, I'm back," I said lamely. "Good on you, mate," Steve said. I thought, I've got what on me?

I flew back to the States in December of 1992 with conflicting emotions. I was excited to see my family and friends. But I was sad to be away from Steve. Part of the problem was that the process didn't seem to make any sense. First I had to show up in the States and prove I was actually present, or I would never be allowed to immigrate back to Australia. And, oh yeah, the person to whom I had to prove my presence was not, at the moment, present herself.

My resolution was all well and good, but what really sustained me during those dark, lonely hours of the night was another deeper, more persistent thought. With every tick of the clock, I was one moment closer to being with Steve again.

When Steve came home from Sumatra, it was obvious how much he had missed his little girl. I had to smile when Steve sat down on the couch with Bindi, telling her of his adventures moment by moment, while she stared intently at him, trying desperately to puzzle out his words. "She really did miss you," I said. "No, she didn't," Steve scoffed. Then he added, his face brightening hopefully, "How could you tell?

For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words. (1 Thessalonians 4:16–18)

With every year that I grow older, I also draw closer to (my loved ones) to the day when we will once again be together. So I march through the deepening shadows, serene and unafraid, because I know that at the end of my journey they will be waiting for me.

A little longer, and we shall be in our true country, and our childhood's joys—those Sunday evenings, those outpourings of the heart—will be given back to us for ever!

When I saw all of the people I have known all these years, when we got together, it was scary because B.B King and I lived in the same place in Nevada.

It's always nice to see familiar faces.

It's always nice to be home and be able to see my family. It's the best feeling.

I didn't meet my father until he was 30, and he died nine months after that.

There are people I haven't seen for a year and we will do a show or something and when we hang out it'll be this instant endearment. I'm like, 'Our lives, the cosmos, are intersecting, and this will bring us closer together again. I have no doubt.'

A Westlife reunion is definitely going to happen - but I have no idea when.

We will find each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we've had before.

Allie: ¡¿Por qué no me escribiste? ¿Por qué? No había terminado para mí! Te estuve esperando durante 7 años. ¡Y ahora ya es tarde! Noah: ¡Te escribí 365 cartas! ¡Todos los días durante un año! Allie: ¿Me escribiste? Noah: ¡Sí! ¡Lo nuestro no acabó, jamás ha acabado!

Si de verdad existe un lugar llamado Cielo, nos volveremos a encontrar, ya que no hay Cielo sin ti.

The reason it hurts so much to be separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and always will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other.

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.

So, as she walked down the stairs into the club, she was looking forward to a seething, teeming, wriggling, wiggling throng of dancers, many of whom she'd recognize: she wanted to see former pupils, local shopkeepers, museum regulars, all of whom would look at her as if to say, Here we are! What kept you?

What does it feel like, having a missing sister? I can tell you. You know how if you lose something valuable, a wallet or a piece of jewelry, you can't concentrate on anything else? Well, it feels like that all the time, every day

Quizás algún día volvamos a vernos. —No lo creo. Se abrazaron.

stop by. So . . . welcome back, Eli." She walked