Quotes About Search

the simplicity of it filled her with warmth. They had looked for her, and found her; she wasn't alone, after all.

Como si él fuera ese lugar seguro que siempre estaba buscando y nunca encontraba.

Her thoughts had flown outward darting and dipping with the hummingbird moths that flocked by the thousands over head, as she wondered, with a wild, timpani heart where her angel had gone.

I would stick my head down monster throats looking for you.

Just to find you and be in the world that you're in…

Precious jewels are to be sought, not to be seeking.

It's funny where we look for salvation, and where we actually find it.

As we sometimes find one thing while we are looking for another, so, if truth escaped me, happiness and contentment fell in my way.

It's Simon. He's missing." "Ah," said Magnus, delicately, "missing what, exactly?" "Missing," Jace repeated, "as in gone, absent, notable for his lack of presence, disappeared." "Maybe he's gone and hidden under something," Magnus suggested. "It can't be easy getting used to being a rat, especially for someone so dim-witted in the first place." "Simon's not dim-witted," Clary protested angrily. "It's true," Jace agreed. "He just looks dim-witted. Really his intelligence is quite average.

I'll find you something. Something that says Herondale." "I could slay with my deadly sense of humor and wicked charm," said Kit. "Now that says Herondale." Jace looked pleased.

It would hardly benefit me to hold anything back unnecessarily, when I know what I'm asking. For you to find a needle in--God, not even a haystack. A needle in a tower full of other needles.

James Carstairs! Jem! Where are you, you disloyal bastard?

I know what I'm asking. For you to find a needle in - God, not even a haystack. A needle in a tower of other needles." "Plunge your hand in a tower of needles," said Magnus, "and you are likely to cut yourself badly. Are you sure this is what you want?

Hast thou gone among the streets of the city and the watchmen there, and found the one thy soul loves?

Every world contains worlds within it. People wander through all the worlds they can find, searching for their homes.

The discussion about how she was in Arizona stalking her birth mother, whose name she'd gotten on the duplicate birth certificate she'd ordered because she'd lost her original, should really happen in person, but that was impossible right now. Oh, what a tangled web...

Frustrated by her high neckline and her full skirts, he made a fist in the calico. "So much wannup. Where are you, Blue Eyes?" He started to lift her dress. Loretta reached behind her and caught his hand. "Wha--what're you doin'?" He lifted his head, eyes alight with teasing mischief. "I search for my woman. You are in there.

None of us know who we are any more.

Do you seek the key to Incarceron? Look inside yourself. It has always been hidden there. - The mirror of dreams to Sapphique

The search for God begins at the point of need.

Even armed with my new information, this strip of city was still one large haystack. And Molly was still one small needle.

Funny how "question" contains the word "quest" inside it, as though any small question asked is a journey through briars.

Check your pockets, my chimney-child.

I cast for comfort I can no more get By groping round my comfortless than blind Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find Thirst's all-in-all in all a world of wet.