Quotes About Search

Those weapons of mass destruction have got to be somewhere... Nope, no weapons over there... Maybe under here.

Doubt is the vestibule which all must pass before they can enter the temple of wisdom. When we are in doubt and puzzle out the truth by our own exertions, we have gained something that will stay by us and will serve us again. But if to avoid the trouble of the search we avail ourselves of the superior information of a friend, such knowledge will not remain with us; we have not bought, but borrowed it.

In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. But I am already lost. I will look for someone to find myself in.

The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase: if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.

The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.

And out of that hopeless attempt has come nearly all that we call human history—money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery—the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.

If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.

Jung's search for the soul, then, stands at one with the search for appropriately dialogical and differentiated language.

furnished with the dimmest light, never enough to illuminate the darkness in which they grope.

Still, it's an interesting technique--leaving one person behind in order to find her or him somewhere else. And *in* someone else.

Even so, [...] in the silence after a winter storm has ceased to howl, in the soft whisper of a morning snowfall, in the way the moonlight sparkles over new-fallen snow, you can feel when she has been near by, ever searching. You can sense the presence of the Winter Child.

Above all, believe in true love and know that men are like shoes. A couple is like a left and a right foot, and out there is your perfect fit. Sometimes you need to change styles and shop around to find it. Sometimes you have to break styles in, sometimes you feel like something that is unstylish but comfortable, and sometimes a style - as much as you like - just doesn't suit you and will never fit.

I simply never found a specific club that I could bring myself to be passionate about. I was having enough trouble finding one person to be passionate about, let alone a whole club!

Even if you find him. Even if he didn't leave you on purpose, he can't possibly live up to the person you've built him into." It's not like the thought hasn't occurred to me. I get that the chances of finding him are small, but the chances of finding him as I remember him are even smaller. But I just keep going back to what my dad always says, about how when you lose something, you have to visualize the last place you had it. And I found?and then lost?so many things in Paris.

By that point, it'll have been more than year since I met Lulu. Any sane person would say it's too late. It already felt too late that first day, when I woke up in the hospital. But even so, I've kept looking. I'm still looking.

I'm also starting to wonder something else. If maybe the point of this crazy quest I'm on wasn't to help me find Willem. Maybe it was to help me find someone else entirely.

I realize it's not just Willem I'm looking for; it's Lulu too.

It had given me a bad feeling, though I wasn't sure if it was because I was scared I wasn't going to find him, or scared of just what I might find.

I've always known where to find you, Cody.

Because you don't ever find things when you're looking for them. You dint them when you're not.

Porque não é possível, pura e simplesmente. É menos possível que encontrar uma agulha numa fábrica de agulhas. É menos possível que encontrar uma estrela solitária no universo. É menos possível que encontrar, entre tantos milhões que existem no mundo, a pessoa que podemos amar.

That means life itself is a fairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after.

Only as he shut the door behind him, barricading Gwen inside lest she decide to risk bumping into one of his friends to explore, spy or even search for a phone to call the Hunters—she's not working for them, damn it!—did he realize he was about to knowingly pair a Harpy with the goddess of Anarchy. Great. He'd be lucky if his head was still attached in the morning.

our age in its honest moments admits its lostness.