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Era como se o que eu quisesse matar não estivesse naquela pele ou no leve pulsar azul sob o meu dedão, mas em outro lugar mais profundo e secreto, bem mais difícil de alcançar.

And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured Of a craving for something I cannot find And of the shame of never finding it.

Where is the Life we lost in living?

Where shall the word be found, where will the word Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence...

One error, in fact, of eccentricity in poetry is to seek for new human emotions to express; and in this search for novelty in the wrong place it discovers the perverse. The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working them up into poetry, to express feelings which are not in actual emotions at all.

Where is the Life we have lost in living?

I, myself, searched for Sham-bha-la for eleven years. I am perhaps a little wiser than I was, but it may be I am only lazy and afraid. At any rate, it seems to me a waste of energy to try to learn what is beyond my understanding. I don't even understand my own religion. How shall I understand that of individuals whose thinking is said to comprehend all religions and philosophies and all the problems of the human race?

Barbayat, the Grey Lady lived on the mountain's side, though not consistently, and it was well known that some people who went looking for her did not find her, while others who would rather have kept out of her way, stumbled on her door by accident.

Where is my poppy, my catling? Where is my young lady?

Unlike most people," Fisher said, "questions are what make you tick. Knowing is what gives you a reason to roll out of bed in the morning, because you're not just in search of knowledge. Facts are never enough. You're after something else, something more fundamental. You're after the truth." Fisher

she was curious to track down that bird, if only to see that it was free. Or, perhaps more accurately, to know that she was free from that desperate search for identity that had imprisoned her. She was now complete, just as she was. So

So this conscious search for a 'solid' irrefutably defined basic (and therefore 'limited') kit of words drew me inevitably towards the solid irrefutably defined basic kit of my experiences – drew me towards animals, basically: my childhood and adolescent pantheon of wild creatures, which were saturated by first hand intense feeling that went back to my infancy. Those particular subjects, in a sense, were the models on which I fashioned my workable language.

attempting to find in motion what was lost in space.

Flatlanders," Huggins said. "That's the third group so far tonight. Nine times out of ten, when we're called for search and rescue, it's one of them. I don't go down to the city and get lost and make them come looking for me. I don't see why they can't return the favor." He looked at Clare. "You're from away, too, aren't you?

What was then an augury for direction of action among the ruins of an archaic mentality is now the search for an innocence of certainty among the mythologies of facts.

If we would understand the Scientific Revolution correctly, we should always remember that its most powerful impetus was the unremitting search for hidden divinity. As such, it is a direct descendant of the breakdown of the bicameral mind.

Everything seems perfect on the surface," I told him, "but sometimes I feel like I don't know what I'm doing, or where I really want to be, and I've always had this strange unexplainable urge to escape from wherever I am, because nothing seems quite enough, and I feel incredibly frustrated sometimes, like there's more to life out there somewhere, but I don't know what it is, or where it is. Do you ever feel that way?

Everything seems perfect on the surface," I told him, "but sometimes I feel like I don't know what I'm doing, or where I really want to be, and I've always had this strange unexplainable urge to escape from wherever I am, because nothing seems quite enough, and I feel incredibly frustrated sometimes, like there's more to life out there somewhere, but I don't know what it is, or where it is.

I suspected you were tired of looking for things you should have found a long time ago. ~ Jared

Buscás eso que llamas la armonía, pero la buscás justo ahí donde acabás de decir que no está, entre los amigos, la familia, en la ciudad...

No puede ser que nos separemos así, antes de habernos encontrado.

Qué decirnos que no fueran superficies e ilusiones, de qué hablar si no pasaríamos nunca al otro lado para cerrar el dibujo, si seguíamos buscándonos desde muertos y muñecas.

Îmi dadusem seama inca de pe atunci ca semnul meu este cautarea, emblema celor care o pornesc noaptea fara vreun tel anume, ratiunea distrugatorilor de busole.

A cada sucesiva derrota hay un acercamiento a la mutación final, y que el hombre no es sino que busca ser, proyecta ser, manoteando entre palabras y conducta y alegría salpicada de sangre y otras retóricas como esta.