Quotes About Reunion

perfect peace with loved ones far away

She just wanted to see you and say hullo' [Joss] 'We haven't met in fifteen years.' [J.B. Duff] 'Ah, but you're like the chewing-gum. The taste linger.' [Joss]

And now, beloved, through the crackling sea we return like blind birds

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us, The light of each day, its flame or its repose, they deliver to us, taking them from time, and so our treasure is disinterred in shadow or light, and so our kisses kiss life: all love is enclosed in our love: all thirst ends in our embrace. Here we are at last face to face, we have met, we have lost nothing.

And I'm glad to see you made it." "I did," he said, giving her a smile that exposed wonderfully masculine teeth. Masculine teeth? What the heck was that?

Turning a corner, I ran into an old acquaintance—one of those long-winded fellows whose conversational powers ignore time and embrace eternity.

If you send them your loving thoughts continuously now, someday you will surely meet them again. You will know that this life is not the end, but merely one link in the eternal chain of your relationship with your loved ones.

The tragic irony of our misconceptions about heaven is that the reality of heaven is what every human heart truly desires. The biblical heaven is a place of exquisite beauty, boundless pleasure and endless joy—a place where we will be reunited with the ones we love. God Himself planted those desires within us so that we would want to be with Him for eternity. We were made for heaven.

It has been my experience that immediately after certain traumatic separations—leaving one's family to go to war, for instance, or upon the death of a family member, or after parting from one's beloved with no assurances of reunion—there is a strange calmness, almost a sense of relief, as if the worst has happened and nothing else need be dreaded.

I was always waiting for you, she sent.

I read this, as you do, with hope for my sanity and hope for salvation, not of my soul, but salvation of self in the renewed certainty or reunion--real reunion, physical reunion--with the one whom I remember and love above all others. And this is the best reason to read.

But just suddenly I really, really needed to see you again right that minute, that night.

It's not like I hadn't seen you before. Everyone had, you're like, I don't know, some movie everyone sees growing up, everybody's seen you, nobody can remember not seeing you. But just suddenly I really, really needed to see you again right that minute, that night.

I miss my family, and I like being a tourist when I go back.

"We see each other once a year and yet we still love each other just as much, it's a wonder."

"I want to tell you that no one could replace you because you are still my favorite friend, and I hope to see you again. Remember that I am always thinking of you."

We all lose friends.. we lose them in death, to distance and over time. But even though they may be lost, hope is not. The key is to keep them in your heart, and when the time is right, you can pick up the friendship right where you left off. Even the lost find their way home, when you leave the light on.

The scariest thing about distance is you don't know if they'll miss you or forget about you.

I can't wait to see you again, even if just for a few moments… my heart skips a beat and I get a silly smile that takes over my face… maybe some day you will feel the same way too…

Middle age is when your old classmates are so gray and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.

Whatever is singing is found, awaiting the return of whatever is lost.

The survivors of the old life come to pay their respects. The neighbors, old and young, come. People who have moved away, maybe a long time ago, come back. You see people you knew when you were young and now don't recognize, people who may never come back again, people you may never see again. We feel the old fabric torn, pulling apart, and we know how much we have loved each other.

were we two following our widely parted roads towards one point in the mysterious future, at which we were to meet once more?

My Westley will come for me.