Quotes About Search

So many questions. Humans asked them about everything, but they usually weren't half as good at finding the answers.

Ich suche seit Jahren nach diesem Schloss! Dornröschens Bett. Die Kaiserin würde ein Vermögen dafür zahlen.' Clara blickte ungläublig über den stillen Hof. 'Angeblich findet jeder, den in dem Bett schläft, wahre Liebe. Aber wie es scheint,' Jacob musterte die dunklen Fenster, 'ist der Prinz nie gekommen.' Oder er war wie ein ausgespie?ter Vogel in den Dornen verendet.

Giant letters march across the dome of the sky: HOME NOT FOUND. Huw, who knows Comic Sans when she sees it, winces in mild disgust.

So you're lost, uh? Happens a lot out here. You walk around for days, seeing things, losing your bearings, crying out for God, But He can't hear you. You can scream and scream but nobody'll ever hear you.

When you are lost or looking for someone suspected lost, the CROWDS of people form a threatening undertow undermining your every effort.

You can come back one day. Or I could come there. Maybe. I could find you. Finding is for the things that are lost. You don't need to find me, Mayor.

Finding is for things that are lost. You don't need to find me, Mayor.

I'd spent my whole life feeling like that. Like everybody else was onto something that I couldn't seem to find, that I didn't even know existed.I wanted to figure it out, the secret to having the easy life that everyone else seemed to have, where they fit in and were good at everything they tried. Year after year, I waited for it all to fall into place--every September I told myself, This year will be different--but year after year, it was all just the same.

I want to find you, where you don't know your own existence, the you that your common self denies utterly.

everywhere for it. And, as she sought, the conviction came into her heart that her husband had taken it. What she had in her purse was all the money

Those who go searching for love only find their own lovelessness. But the loveless never find love; only the loving find love, and they never have to search for it.

If there are fish that would swim or birds that would fly only after investigating the entire ocean or sky, they would find neither path nor place.

Not to be onto something is to be in despair.

Am I, in my search, a hundred miles ahead of my fellow Americans or a hundred miles behind them? That is to say: Have 98% of Americans already found what I seek or are they so sunk in everydayness that not even the possibility of a search has occurred to them?

Now I have undertaken a different kind of search, a horizontal search. As a consequence, what takes place in my room is less important. What is important is what I shall find when I leave my room and wander in the neighbourhood. Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion.

sometimes when you go looking for what you want, you run right into what you need.

I learned that there are two young men lost in the woods. Not one. Two....I may never find one of the young men....He has been gone so long. The odds, I'm afraid may be against it. But as for the other, I may have better luck. The other young man may be calling me.

I'd gone to her directly from Dr. Shaw's office - gone without an appointment to find out if happiness was a football you caught or something more complicated, something you had to invent.

He who goes questing for what he wants may discover, along the way, what he needs.

If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good help to you nevertheless And filter and fiber your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop some where waiting for you

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.

But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?

If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles