Reunion Quotes

“I was delighted to see you again, and forgot for the moment that all happiness is fleeting.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“We are all lost,
so lost, vulnerable and insecure.
We are separated from love at birth,
we are separated from God,
from each other.
All we want,
all we yearn for
is to connect.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Time and time again, we reconnect.
It's like the universe nudges us to give it one more chance.”
― Nikki rowe

“making love with you feels like a reunion

in another lifetime we have definitely done this before”
― bridgett devoue, soft thorns

“Reunions are the first day of school all over again. Time casts away familiarity and replaces it with warm confusion. Seeing how the years have frayed the friends of our youth reminds us that we too have irrevocably changed and can never return to a state of innocence again.”
― Stewart Stafford

“أنّك أتٍ من هناك

ما بين موجةِ تسامر خصري وموجةٍ تلّفني
وشمس حزيران البرتقالية..
دمعة تحرق خدّي وتغرقني..
لأنني لوهلةٍ تخيّل لي أنك آتٍ من هناك..
ماشياً حافياً على الماء لتلقي عليّ التحية.”
― Malak El Halabi

“It’s so difficult to say goodbye because, really, we’ve only just said hello.”
― Margaret McMullan, Where the Angels Lived: One Family's Story of Exile, Loss, and Return

“But she felt that she had to see him or she would die.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Nice and the Good

“Farewell, my dearest. You have but gone ahead...
but I shall follow, and run, at last, again into your arms...
and laugh away the years that came between.”
― Joan Walsh Anglund, The Friend We Have Not Met: Poems of Consolation

“What is more tormenting than a meeting after a long time, when all the words fall to the ground like dead things, and the spirit that should animate them floats disembodied in the air? We both felt its presence.”
― Iris Murdoch, Under the Net

“I accept that I am affected by the things that affect me. I am independent and I am free.”
― James Constable b.1976

“But when I see Sudha, her face bright with a simple, generous joy, the walls I'd set up so carefully collapse around me like a house of cards. Inside my heart it feels like a wet, new rain. In spite of all my insecurities, in spite of the oceans that'll be between us soon and the men that are between us already, I can never stop loving Sudha. It's my habit, and it's my fate.”
― Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, Sister of My Heart

“Don't you know me, Sophia?" came his anguished whisper. He shocked her by sinking to the floor and clutching handfuls of her skirts, his dark head buried against her knees.
She was dumbstruck as she stared at the hands tangled in her skirts. A harsh sob lodged in her throat as she touched the back of his left hand. There was a small, star-shaped scar in the center. It was the same scar that John had gotten in childhood, when he had carelessly brushed it against a fireplace iron still hot from the coals. Tears continued to slip down her cheeks, and she covered the mark with her own hand.
His head lifted, and he stared at her with eyes that she now recognized were exactly like her own. "Please," he whispered.
"It's all right," she said unsteadily. "I believe you, John. I do know you. I should have seen it at once, but you are much changed."
He responded with a sorrowful growl, struggling to contain his feelings.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Lady Sophia's Lover

“And then she knew me.
I saw the knowing arrive, wonderful and terrible. In my memory she has two different faces at once, like the god she named me for: On one face is riotous joy, blazing at me like the sun itself. On the other is deepest mourning, the keening, marrow-deep ache of someone who has looked for something too long and found it too late.
She reached her hand toward me, and I saw her mouth move. Jan-u-ary.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

“As husband and wife
We’ll never doubt our love,
Let us enjoy our fill tonight
And cherish our conjugal felicity,
In this blissful moment
Holding your hand,
I let out a long sigh
My tears—
Enjoy the prime of your life,
Do not forget our time in glee
Safe and sound, I’ll come back to you.
Though dead, my love won’t die with me.”
― Qin Jian

“I was mad because this moment was supposed to be simple, and it was not.”
― Hank Green, A Beautifully Foolish Endeavor

“Reunion has taught me that there is no way to remake your history or your family in the image you want. But there can be more, if you are willing to look for those stories that were lost - you might just find someone new to forgive, to love, to grow with. Someone to take your hand and search *with* you.”
― Nicole Chung, All You Can Ever Know

“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.”
― Pablo Neruda, Poemas de amor

“She needed months, years, decades, centuries--or at the very least, however much of those God granted them. Together, though. Only, always together. Never apart again, they'd sworn that first night as they cried together over years and milestones lost, as they kissed away the thought of all those lonely days and nights, as they loved away the emptiness.”
― Roseanna M. White, Yesterday's Tides

“Goodbye, Daddy," I said, and I went down the stairs and got my train, and that was the last time I saw my father.”
― John Cheever, The Stories of John Cheever

“Life gave me its hand,
and I grasped it.
We’d wasted too many years
being estranged.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“When a husband treats his wife like a lady, she remains a lady. When a wife treats her husband like a gentleman, he remains a gentleman. Let your marriage remain what God intended it to be”
― Phil Mitchell, A Bright New Morning: An American Story

“You found me, Della Ribbon.”
― Pepper Winters, The Son & His Hope

“A few signs of reunites with friends, getting the brew in a drink, the arts of omelets, the window seat & the stunning click - learc”
― Lea R. Caguinguin

“I've stared down bulls in Spain and haven't felt as frightened as I do in this moment. My hands are shaking." He shows me. There is a slight tremor in his blunt fingers.
Relieved, I manage a light laugh. "Never ran with the bulls, but I did glue Tommy Steven's butt to a chair in the second grade after he stole my crayons. I was so scared of getting caught I confessed right after."
His eyes flash with pride. "You have a strong sense of justice.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Ever After

“She was in hell.” Logan grabbed Blake’s hand, planted a foot against the giant’s thigh and heaved back. “We need to make sure she’s okay.”

“Nah-uh.” Blake shoved Logan off. “The record shows babe’s only safe in my arms.”

“Don’t be preposterous.”

“She’s plenty safe in mine,” Ayden said.

“You could burn her to ashes,” Tristan pointed out.

Matthias smirked, “I wouldn’t complain.”

“Because you’d be crying,” I said.

“Completely lost without me.”

“Oh, please.”

“I would be!” Blake said.

Let her go!” Logan hopped up behind Blake and got him in a headlock.

“Has anyone ever mentioned that you bicker like old women?” Eros asked.

“Sixty-seven times,” Jayden said.”
― A. Kirk, Drop Dead Demons

“Did I really want or need to know? What difference would it make if he were dead or alive, since dead or alive I should never see him again?

But could I be certain? Was it completely and utterly out of the question for the door to open and for him to walk in? And wasn't I even now listening for his footstep?”
― Fred Uhlman, Reunion

“She broke in to a run, not caring if the thief-wheel heard her now, half sobbing. 'Fenris! Agnes! Dust-wife!'

'Marra?'

She broke in to the room and before she could even focus, Fenris had thrown his arms around her and had his face pressed against her hair. 'You're alive,' he said. 'I thought I'd lost you. You're alive.'

'You're alive, too!' she said. She wanted to stop and think about what I thought I'd lost you might mean, but it didn't quite seem like the time. And he was very warm and she was very cold and it was very pleasant to be held in such a fashion. 'You're alive.

'Yes, yes,' said the dust-wife testily. 'We're all alive. Please don't cry on me about it, though.'

Fenris finally released her, although not without reluctance. Bonedog immediately leapt up at her, washing her face with his tongue.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone

“Lucien was the first to turn where I lurked in the doorway, falling silent mid-sentence. But then Tamlin's head snapped up, and he was racing across the room, so fast that I hardly had time to draw breath before he was crushing me against him.

I murmured his name as my throat burned, and then-

Then he was holding me at arm's length, scanning me from head to toe. 'Are you all right? Are you hurt?'

'I'm fine,' I said, noticing the exact moment when he realised the Night Court clothes I was wearing, the strip of bare skin exposed at my midriff. 'No one touched me.'

But he kept scouring my face, my neck. And then he rotated me, examining my back, as if he could discern through the clothes. I tore out of his grip. 'I said no one touched me.'

His breathing was hard, his eyes wide. 'You're all right,' he said. And then said it again. And again.

My heart cracked, and I reached to cup his cheek. 'Tamlin,' I murmured. Lucien and the other sentries, wisely, made their exit. My friend caught my gaze as he left, giving me a relieved smile.

'He can harm you in other ways,' Tamlin croaked, closing his eyes against my touch.

'I know- but I'm all right, I truly am,' I said as gently as I could. And then noticed the study walls- the claw marks raked down them. All over them. And the table they'd been using... that was new. 'You trashed the study.'

'I trashed half the house,' he said, leaning forward to press his brow to mind. 'He took you away, he stole you-'

'And left me alone.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“A family reunion is like an unlicensed surgery. Every­one has a scalpel, and anyone could be operated on.”
― Daksh Tyagi, A Nuclear Family