Quotes About Reunion

Kivrin reached out for Dunworthy's hand and clasped it tightly in her own. I knew you'd come, she said, and the net opened.

He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

The woman when she saw him put her arms around him and held him. Oh, she said, I am so glad to see you. She would talk to him sometimes about God. He tried to talk to God but the best thing was to talk to his father and he did talk to him and he didn't forget. The woman said that was all right. She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it pass from man to man through all of time.

He'd taken up a pallet between Toadvine and another Kentuckian, a veteran of the war. This man had returned to claim some darkeyed love he'd left behind two years before when Doniphan's command pulled east for Saltillo and the officers had had to drive back hundreds of young girls dressed as boys that took the road behind the army.

When the Papayuna is pining you need to call home.

The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

For a moment Dustfinger felt as if he had never been away- as if he had simply had a bad dream, and the memory of it had left a stale taste on his tongue,a shadow on his heart,nothing more.

The truth is that abandoned dog following you over sea and land, baying from barren clifftops, never tiring and never quitting, forever pining after you—and the day will come when that dog is on your porch, scratching insistently at your door, forcing you to claim it once again.

I've been waiting a long time for this. Hi ... I'm your Aunt Cassie.

You can come back one day. Or I could come there. Maybe. I could find you. Finding is for the things that are lost. You don't need to find me, Mayor.

Approaching each other, him from the gym, me from the library- this was when I walked down the aisle and he was waiting, this was when we made love, it was every anniversary, every reunion in an airport or train station, every reconciliation after a quarrel. This was the whole of our lives together.

somewhere, waiting for you. Nothing is ever lost.

Grandma and I were cautiously polite to each other. "Make yourself at home, Dolores," she said hesitantly as she opened the door to what had once been my mother's bedroom. The room smelled dry and dusty. The windows were stuck closed and there were little rows of insect carcasses along the sill. When I sat down on the hard mattress, it crackled under me.

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again / I am to see to it that I do not lose you

am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone; I am to wait--I do not doubt I am to meet you again; I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again—we two

What if I left my memory in the future and I have to catch up to it?

I came home forever!

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes. This... is goodbye. But not out last hello.

Olhei para a fotografia da minha filha colada na parte de dentro do para-brisas e pensei na minha família. Há apenas quatro semanas que estava ausente, mas sentia imenso a falta dela e desejei tê-la comigo neste instante. Não podia imaginar como seria uma pessoa ter de se afastar dos filhos para procurar uma vida melhor sem saber se voltaria a vê-los.

Meet me in Montauk...

She was crossing the street to come to me when the car hit her. We planned a special date to celebrate our tenth anniversary. We left our eight-year-old daughter Samantha with a babysitter, snuck out in separate cars, parked the cars and walked toward each other on opposite sides of the street. We pretended we were meeting by mistake, as though we'd just glimpsed each other across the street and had to rush together.

Libby was dead. Princess X disappeared. May lost her best friend again, and again, and again.