reuniting Quotes

“I did not want to find her aged and broken; I really dreaded it. In the course of twenty crowded years one parts with many illusions. I did not wish to lose the early ones. Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.”

“I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run into each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone…”

“But I thought I’d have a look and see how Mrs. Cotton was keeping, and you, Rosie.”

“And now I also see what part of me is Chinese. It is so obvious. It is my family. It is in our blood.”

“The gray-green surface changes to the bright colors of our three images, sharpening and deepening all at once. And although we don’t speak, I know we all see it: Together we look like our mother. Her same eyes, her same mouth, open in surprise to see, at last, her long-cherished wish.”

“Nothing but bonfires: the oracle is fulfilled; the king’s daughter is found: such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour that ballad-makers cannot be able to express it.”

“It would be hard to explain, but if you ever get there, come find me. Nothing would ever pull us apart.”

“The next thing she knew she was trying to hug a jumping, panting, wriggling Jack, who lapped her face and hands with his warm wet tongue.”

“The train lurches hard from side to side. Enrique holds on with both hands.”

“People come here to prosper. You have nothing here. What have you accomplished?”

“He hugs María Isabel and Aunt Rosa Amalia. Then he steps off.”

“In spite of everything, Enrique has failed again - he will not reach the United States this time, either. He tells himself over and over that he’ll just have to try again.”

“You will, little one. You saved her life, after all. Someday you will find her again. Someday the war will end. All wars do.”

I could not say that I remembered him, for now he was a fine grown young fellow, with black whiskers and a man’s voice, but I was sure he knew me, and that he was Joe Green, and I was very glad. I put my nose up to him, and tried to say that we were friends. I never saw a man so pleased.