Quotes About Find

The thoughts are to the desires," Hobbes has taught them to suppose, "as scouts and spies, to range abroad and find the way to the thing desired.

But, the stultifying lingo aside, the question I raise is a vital one for us all, we are all stuck with trying to find the meaning of our lives, and the only thing we have to work on, or with, is our past.

I could probably sit here in my office and do nothing, and the criminal would find his way to me. That's how strong the probabilities are in my favor.

Heretics are wicked, but they're mighty int'resting. It's jest that they've got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He's hard to find - which He ain't never.

There'll be love there, Phil-faithful tender love, such as I'll never find anywhere else in the world-love that's waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn't it, even if the colours are nit very brilliant?

Because we don't have your typical gaps around here. Not gaps made of rocks or mountains. We have gaps in the world. In the space of things. So many places to lose yourself, if you believe that they're there. You can slip into the gap and never find your way out. Or maybe you don't want to find your way out.

This is where you can find your soul if you dare. Where you can touch that part of you that you've never dared look at before. Do not come here and ask me to show you how to draw a face. Ask me to help you find the wind.

SOUL, he writes on the board. The clay streaks the word like dried blood. This is where you can find your soul, if you dare. Where you can touch that part of you that you've never dared look at before. Do not come here and ask me to show you how to show you how to draw a face. Ask me to help you find the wind.

SOUL, he writes on the board. The clay streaks the word like dried blood. This is where you can find your soul, if you dare. Where you can touch that part of you that you've never dared look at before. Do not come here and ask me to show you how to draw a face. Ask me to help you find the wind.

Perhaps there is a pattern set up in the heavens for one who desires to see it, and having seen it, to find one in himself.

Listen to me. Love yourself. That's the greatest adventure. When you love yourself, you want to find your purpose, something only you can do in the way only you can do it. Make things. Create. And if a man comes along—and believe me, he will—the relationship is already off to a good start because both of you love the same person. You. Lucky him.

find the box.

I don't set trends. I just find out what they are and exploit them.

We don't see it as negative. We see it as a life form that doesn't belong in this universe. And it's trying to find its way back, but it's lost and it's consuming. It's doing what it does and it's destructive in our time line.

It only makes sense, he thinks, that people whose only loyalty is to money would find each other. Shit seeks its own level.

There's so many little peninsulas and tidal marshes along the shore, Danny thinks, you got to drive inland, then along the coast, then back toward the sea to get to any particular place. Quicker if they drained the marshes and built some roads, but that's Connecticut, not Rhode Island. Rhode Island likes things difficult, hard to find. The other unofficial state motto—"If you were supposed to know, you'd know.

It's a wonderful life if you can find it.

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear. Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.

Heliodorus, tells me that there are many parts of the Scriptures which you seek and cannot find. But even if you have them all, affection is sure to assert its rights and to seek for itself more than it already has.

That noise in my earphones knocked my nose off and I had to pick it up and find it.

No need, no, need. Life is already too short to find it.

Read anything I write for the pleasure of reading it. Whatever else you find will be the measure of what you brought to the reading.

You did not do so badly for something worthless,' he said to his left hand. 'But there was a moment when I could not find you.

Mme Martin: Quelle est la morale ? Le Pompier: C'est à vous de la trouver.