Quotes About Search

I want the truth of things. But there's nowhere to find it.

But there is no reason to doubt that it will continue as a vital and uniquely American institutional participant in the everlasting search of civilized society for the proper balance between liberty and authority, between the state and the individual.

I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.

My Google-fu is strong.

Sternin's strategy was to search the community for bright spots—successful efforts worth emulating. If some kids were healthy despite their

Sternin's strategy was to search the community for bright spots—successful efforts worth emulating.

What I am leaving behind—I cannot articulate what it is, but I know I will not find it, ever, in America.

Eden is not the thing we seek. It is the thing we cannot find.

Diamonds can be found anywhere.

This is why I like real librarians. They're search engines with a heart" -Miguel

some paw prints on the sidewalk. Something that might help us figure out which way

yelled 'Where's my stick?

Independent inquiry is essential in our search for truth. Each of us must strive to actively discern truth for ourselves rather than simply looking to or relying upon external authority figures to give it to us. If we allow another person or group to give us truth, or merely accept their truth as our own, we are depending on someone else for our spirituality, for our enlightenment, for our happiness, our success, etc.

Linda closed the door without answering. She searched the car again to ensure she hadn't missed anything before the State Police arrived. A tattered highway atlas. Three empty packs of cigarettes, a lighter, a packet of ketchup, four stale French fries, and a corpse.

Searching interfered with the ability to find.

Where is he?" Bell asked. "Do you think something might have happened to him?" Walter asked anxiously. "Latimer? Or maybe...

Belly?" he called. "Belly, are you here?

Where the hell is Nina?

Where can I go. Is it possible to imagine a world, a time, where I would have a place. There's no one I could ask. That's the answer.

You can't find what you don't go looking for.

Somewhere or other there must surely be The face not seen, the voice not heard, The heart that not yet - never yet — ah me! Made answer to my word. Somewhere or other, may be near or far; Past land and sea, clean out of sight; Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star That tracks her night by night. Somewhere or other, may be far or near; With just a wall, a hedge, between; With just the last leaves of the dying year Fallen on a turf grown green.

Mikhail?...Try making suggestions next time, or just plain asking. You go do whatever it is you're doing, and I'll go search you extensive library for a book on manners. -You will not find it. -Why am I not surprised?

After a few minutes, though, I started to take in what all the attendees were looking at: hundreds and hundreds of historical documents, self-published books, CD-ROMs with lists of lists of names, databases chock-full of people who had once lived and whom no living person now remembered. Everyone in this hall was looking for someone who was gone forever.

An afternoon drive down back roads, looking for something I couldn't put a name to. A route to some place where maybe my true life existed.