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f56bc8d
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I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.
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lovers
love
reunion
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Lisa Kleypas |
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9df6aae
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Do not follow me! Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tommorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!
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reunion
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Jerry Spinelli |
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bb35746
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I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.
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reunion
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Jodi Picoult |
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b78455d
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You survived; I survived. We're together again. I once begged the gods to let me see you -- if only for a moment. To see you and know you'd made it. Just once; that was all I ever hoped for.
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aelin-ashryver-galathynius
queen-of-shadows
reunion
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Sarah J. Maas |
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6a85da9
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Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die! -Posthumus Leonatus Act V, Scene V
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shakespeare
love
reunion
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William Shakespeare |
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6dbad0c
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Oak, granite, Lilies by the road, Remember me? I remember you. Clouds brushing Clover hills, Remember me? Sister, child, Grown tall, Remember me? I remember you.
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love
reunion
remember
sisters
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Gail Carson Levine |
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6b4f4ab
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Jason's heart lifted when he saw Nico di Angelo on the front lines with the Greeks, slashing his way through a crowd of two-headed men.
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nido-di-angelo
reunion
jason-grace
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Rick Riordan |
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198b748
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"I think there's a little me hiding behind your leg, Chichi." "I'm Goten." "I'm Goku. Hi!"
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dbz
father-son
goten
goku
reunion
cute
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Akira Toriyama |
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0aff01e
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Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!
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reunion
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Jerry Spinelli |
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4e03c65
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If she were here I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her. I would hold her so close she'd beg me to let her breathe. I'd kiss her so hard she'd plead for mercy. I'd unfasten her clothing and lie with her on that hard bed, and what was between us would be as far above the ordinary congress between man and woman as the stars are above their pale reflections in the lake below.
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simile
romance
reunion
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Juliet Marillier |
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00187cb
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Here's what I hadn't realized: the mother you haven't seen for almost thirty-six years isn't your mother, she's a stranger. Sharing DNA doesn't make you fast friends. This wasn't a joyous reunion. It was just awkward.
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motherhood
reunion
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Jodi Picoult |
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89fa8bd
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We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account. We return to face our superiors, our kindred, our friends--those whom we obey, and those whom we love; but even they who have neither, the most free, lonely, irresponsible and bereft of ties,--even those for whom home holds no dear face, no familiar voice,--even they have to meet the spirit that dwells within the land, under its sky, in its air, in its valleys, and on its rises, in its fields, in its waters and its trees--a mute friend, judge, and inspirer.
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mankind
humanity
family
home-town
prodigal-daughters
prodigal-sons
stomping-grounds
old-friends
homecoming
reunion
return
home
ghosts
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Joseph Conrad |
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9cfce7d
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I turn around from the window and for the first time I see him... It is Richard, smiling at my surprise. I run to him, without thinking what I am doing. I run to the first friendly face that I have seen since Christmas, and in a moment I am in his arms and he is holding me tightly and kissing my face, my closed eyes, my smiling mouth, kissing me till I am breathless and have to pull away from him.
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love
edward-iii
reunion
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Philippa Gregory |
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9e57add
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I've only imagined seeing you again. That you'd come to my home. That I'd run into you on the street. That I'd look up, and you'd be there, and you'd be . . . and I'd tell you that I love you.
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reunion
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Meljean Brook |
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e628dd7
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"Say something." I struggled to get the word out. "What?" "My name." I wasn't sure why he wanted me to say that, and I didn't know how it would feel to say it again after all this time, but I drew in a deep breath. "Rider." Another breath shuddered through me. "Rider Stark." His throat worked and, for a heartbeat, neither of us moved as a steamy breeze tossed strands of hair across my face. Then he dropped his notebook to the pavement. I was surprised it didn't burst into dust. His long-legged pace ate up the distance. One second there was several feet between us, and in the next breath he was right there in front of me. He was so much taller now. I barely reached his shoulders. And then his arms were around me. My heart exploded as those strong arms pulled me against his chest. There was a moment where I froze, and then my arms swept around his neck. I held on, squeezing my eyes shut as I inhaled the clean scent and the lingering trace of aftershave. This was him. His hugs were different now, stronger and tighter. He lifted me clear off my feet, one arm around my waist, the other hand buried deep in my hair, and my breasts were mushed against his surprisingly hard chest. Whoa. His hugs were most definitely different than they were when we were twelve. "Jesus, Mouse, you don't even know..." His voice was gruff and thick as he set me back on my feet, but he didn't let go. One arm stayed around my waist. His other hand fisted the ends of my hair. His chin grazed the top of my head as I slid my hands down his chest. "I never thought I'd see you again." I rested my forehead between my hands, feeling his heart beat fast. I could hear people around us, and I imagined some were probably staring, but I didn't care. Rider was warm and solid. Real. Alive."
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mallory-dodge
rider-stark
reunion
touching
name
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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fd1bb46
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We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account.
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mankind
humanity
family
home-town
prodigal-daughters
prodigal-sons
stomping-grounds
old-friends
homecoming
reunion
return
home
ghosts
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Joseph Conrad |
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36ea6e8
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I was delighted to see you again, and forgot for the moment that all happiness is fleeting.
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joy
reunion
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Alexandre Dumas |
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0df2d88
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"I don't understand why you are so unhappy about it," Jesse said. He had stretched out across the tiles, contented as I'd ever seen him. "I like it much better this way." "What way?" I groused. I couldn't get quite as comfortable. I kept finding prickly pine needles beneath my butt. "Just the two of us," he said with a shrug. "Like it's always been."
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susannah-simon
suze-simon
the-mediator
reunion
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Meg Cabot |
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28fe524
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Father Dominic, however is a way better mediator than I am. Well, maybe not better. But different, certainly. See, he really feels that ghosts are best handled with gentle guidance and earnest advice-same as the living. I'm more in favor of a sort of get-to-the-point approach that tends to involve my fists.
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father-dominic
susannah-simon
suze-simon
the-mediator
reunion
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Meg Cabot |
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295baa3
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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.
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reunion
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
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0a4963c
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Rafe shrugged. He twisted to look at the stab wound. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him, and when I did, I knew he was real--the heat of him, the smell of him, the feel of him, the taste of him so incredibly real that it surpassed anything my memory could conjure up. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back, and it was like every other amazing kiss he'd given me, multiplied ten-fold. I kissed him until I couldn't breathe, and then I kissed him a little more, until I had to pull back, gasping. he said. And he grinned, that incredible blaze of a grin that made me kiss him again.
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kiss
survived
rafe
maya
reunion
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Kelley Armstrong |
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02bf413
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"The little white bundle--toddling dutifully down the hall to the front door--froze. Then a high-pitched scream as he began to run as fast as he could (which was not very fast at all, any more) and Boris--whooping with laughter--dropped to his knees. "Oh!" snatching him up, as Popchik wriggled and struggled. "You got fat! He got fat!" he said indignantly as Popchik jumped up and kissed him on the face. "You let him get fat! Yes, hello, poustyshka, little bit of fluff you, hello! You remember me, don't you?" He had toppled over on his back, stretched out and laughing, as Popchik--still screaming with joy--jumped all over him. "He remembers me!"
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reunion
pets
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Donna Tartt |