Quotes About Reunion

her husband wanted pizza, too. We got to come see the hotel." Harry, her eldest, flung himself at her for a hug

with the hug. "It's so good to see you. We've got pitchers of tea outside, and plenty of beer. And four bottles of champagne—your mama

Sorry, bad wing. When Theo kissed him, surprise and pleasure flustered him. He couldn't remember the last time this boy, this young man, had done so. God, I'm glad to see you. He pressed his lips to his daughter's hair, leaned into his son. So glad to see you. Don't ever do that again. Maddy kept her face pressed against his chest. She could smell him, feel his heart beat. Not ever again.

Okay. Let's try this instead. He pulled her in, held her. Thanks. Can you do without the things you took to the castello for a few days? I'll have them packed up and sent. We need to go home, Ty. I need to be home. Best news I've had in days. He kissed the top of her head. Let's go.

We look forward to getting you back.

Balastair says with a small smile. "I've missed you.

Han grins and laughs and tries not to get crushed. "C'mon, Chewie. Set new coordinates. It's time to get you home.

As long as they could still be moved by a minor chord, or brought to a crisis of tears by scenes of lovers reunited; as long as there was room in their cautious hearts for games of chance, and laughter in the face of God, that must surely be enough to save them, at the last. If not, there was no hope for any living thing.

Not a classic reunion. The lover, on seeing his beloved, throws up down his shirt. But then, nothing that happened between Jacqueline and myself was ever quite normal.

How long ago it was and how strange, but all dead friends come to life again sometimes.

My dear daughter—I have for some time had hope of seeing you once more in this world, but now that hope is entirely gone forever," wrote Phebe Brownrigg to her free daughter Amy Nixon, shortly before her owner took her from North Carolina to Mississippi in 1835. One of the rare letters written by a western-bound slave on her own behalf, it concluded, "May we all meet around our Father's throne in heaven, never no more to depart.

For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks; but suddenly it would come over her, If he were with me now what would he say? --some days, some sights bringing him back to her calmly, without the old bitterness; which perhaps was the reward of having cared for people; they came back in the middle of St. James's Park on a fine morning--indeed they did.

It is Clarissa, he said. For there she was.

Long years— he sighs. Again you found me. Here, she murmurs.

No matter how many times we read King Lear, never shall we find the good king banging his tankard in high revelry, all woes forgotten, at a jolly reunion with all three daughters and their lapdogs. Never will Emma rally, revived by the sympathetic salts in Flaubert's father's timely tear. Whatever evolution this or that popular character has gone through between the book covers, his fate is fixed in our minds...

Only a Chinaman or a retarded child can imagine being met, in that Next-Installment World, to the accompaniment of all sorts of tail-wagging and groveling of welcome, by the mosquito executed eighty years ago upon one's bare leg, which has been amputated since then and now, in the wake of the gesticulating mosquito, comes back, stomp, stomp, stomp, here I am, stick me on.

What was it—through everything terrible, nocturnal, unwieldy—what was that thing? It had been last to move aside, reluctantly yielding to the huge, heavy wagons of sleep, and now it was first to hurry back—so pleasant, so very pleasant—swelling, growing more distinct, suffusing his heart with warmth: Marthe is coming today!

La muerte no era otra cosa que una reunión más completa de los infinitos fragmentos de la soledad.

She was soon ready, and they kissed tenderly in their hallway, between lift and stairs, before separating for a few minutes. 'Tower,' she murmured in reply to his questioning glance, just as she used to do on those honeyed mornings in the past, when checking up on happiness: 'And you?' 'A regular ziggurat.

Damn, amigo. Just how much Oprah have you been watching since I've been gone?

Thank you for bringing me home.

Yo buddy, still alive? And thanks friend. See you again

OK, kid, I've been thinking about this for a long time. I really love you, Dinky. I've missed you a lot. Your being away has made that abundantly clear. I can't live without you.

Se preguntó con amargura por qué la vida se obstinaba en demostrarles que debían separarse cuando estaban juntos..., para volver a reunirlos cuando trataban de alejarse.