Quotes About Search

How I wish I could undo it all … take it all back…All those years I spent unhappy with him …. when I should have been looking for you.

How many times did we pass each other before we met? If only I'd known…. I would have searched for you endlessly.If only I'd found you before it was already too late.

Before she continued her search she sat in his revolving desk chair, and wept for the passing of time, and the necessary death of the well-loved, wise old man.

I'm still waiting for something, searching for something I cannot describe.""It's called true love. Most people never find it.

Lose an hour in the morning and you'll be looking for it all day.

You offer emptiness and heartache and an endless search for pleasure with which to fill the emptiness.

Being with them had always filled him with a yearning for a similar sort of love. He had tried to find it, but he had never come close.

This is your home, but it is mine no longer. I have to find my own place.

You have a great deal of energy . . . restless energy. You have always been in search of something . . . and have still not found it. Don't settle for anything less than that something even if you still do not know what it is.

And so he drifted back to London... where he lived a life of increasingly busy idleness as he searched out one diversion after another

like people were all runny and liquid, running over this surface and that, looking for a container to hold everything in place, trying one thing, then the next, incessantly looking for the right one. Except the containers were only big enough for one personality trat at a time; you had to grab on to one trait, bring it out for a while, then put it back and pull out another one. For a while, we were loving; then we were alienated and angry, then ironic, then depressed.

Exposed to the world for what she was; numbed with worry and fear; trying to answer the question... The same question the police had thrown at her over and over seven years ago.....Where are the Children?

Then the game became guessing where the storm would hit, or, in local parlance, "go in," as if it were some stray relative in search of lodging.

Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can't find it, at least dream of it.

If this was lost, let us all be lost always.

Every day I'm still looking for God and I'm still finding him everywhere, in the dust, in the flowerbeds. Certainly in the oceans, in the islands that lay in the distance continents of ice, countries of sand each with its own set of creatures and God, by whatever name. How perfect to be aboard a ship with maybe a hundred years still in my pocket. But it's late, for all of us, and in truth the only ship there is is the ship we are all on burning the world as we go.

Understand, I am always trying to figure out what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape

Has anyone seen meadowlark? I've been looking for probably forty years now unsuccessfully. He used to live in the field I crossed many a morning heading to the woods, truant again from school. There were no meadowlarks in the school. Which was a good enough reason for me not to want to be there. But now it's more serious. There is no field, neither have the woods survived. So, where is meadowlark? If anyone has seen him, please would you let me know posthaste?

I am not, by trade or character, a spotlight operator. I'm the goober with a flashlight, stumbling into corners and crannies, not looking for anything specific but knowing when I've found it.

My dreams were therefore undisturbed by reality; and I entered with the greatest diligence into the search of the philosopher's stone and the elixir of life. But the latter obtained my undivided attention: wealth was

My dreams were therefore undisturbed by reality; and I entered with the greatest diligence into the search of the philosopher's stone and the elixir of life.

My dreams were therefore undisturbed by reality; and I entered with the greatest diligence into the search of the philosopher's stone and the elixir of life.

We returned again, with torches;

How true! Life's problems are like trees. We see the trunk, we see the branches and the leaves. But we can't see the roots, hidden deep down under the ground. And yet it is their shape and nature and how far they dig into the slimy humus to search for water that we need to know. Then perhaps we would understand.