Quotes About Search

People always use the word 'obsession' in a negative way, which I'm always amazed by. We are not obsessed in the way that, if we don't win it, we'll just go and shoot ourselves. That's not the case. We are obsessed with the Champions League because this is a great competition to win. In a positive way, we try to search for the victory.

I didn't know what acting school was, so I went onto the computer and typed 'acting school.' I found one in Berlin, and I found ones in Vienna, Zurich, and London. I went to all of those places to audition. You were supposed to have two monologues, and I only had one.

Stopping before them, St. Vincent confided, "I would have found you sooner, but I was attacked by a swarm of dingy-dippers.

My lord," came Daisy's anxious voice, delaying him briefly. "You will find her, won't you?" "Yes," he said without hesitation. "And then I'm going to strangle her.

His two-month search for Charlotte had led him to Hampshire, a place of heather-carpeted hills, ancient hunting forests, and treacherous valley bogs. The western country was prosperous, its twenty market towns abundantly filled with wool, timber, dairy products, honey, and bacon. Among the Hampshire's renowned estates, Stony Cross Park was considered to be the finest. The manor house and private lake were situated in the fertile Itchen River valley.

So, in a sense, looking under the lamppost for dark matter is appropriate.

It's Tuesday. Friday night is forever away when my brother's missing and that violin is absolutely what my brother was after.

My brother is looking for a violin. He has to believe this one is special, perhaps one of the three our father owned, one of which our mother claimed hid a secret—the "recipe," as Sofia had said, writing in obvious code, to make the renowned Stradivarius violin worth tens of millions of dollars. But I don't care about the recipe. I care about finding my brother.

I scan our customer book, and the list of outstanding items they hope we'll locate for them.

I need more pieces to the puzzle, but no one is going to hand them to me. I have to find them. Dig them from their hiding places, from the ground and the people. Listen, the road seems to admonish. Listen. I have stories. I close my eyes, and I hear voices. Thousands whispering all at once. I can't make out any single one, but I know they're here. What do they have to say?

Todo momento de encontrar es un perderse a sí mismo.

It doesn't matter if there are a lot of fish in the sea. Finding the ONE FISH to love for the rest of your life is difficult no matter where you swim.

I'm a superstar alien from another galaxy! Where is my herd?

It is hard to know what other way men can come to truth, to lay hold of it, if they do not dig and search for it as for gold and hid treasure; but he that does so, must have much earth and rubbish, before he gets the pure metal; sand, and pebbles, and dross usually lie blended with it, but the gold is nevertheless gold, and will enrich the man that employs his pains to seek and separate it.

He that would seriously set upon the search of truth, ought in the first place to prepare his mind with a love of it. For he that loves it not, will not take much pains to get it; nor be much concerned when he misses it.

No piece of evidence--or lack of evidence--can either support or refute faith. Unfortunately, few people realize that. Some people search for proof of spiritual things in the material world. That is foolish and doomed, because nothing material has any bearing on anything spiritual. Spiritual truths can only be learned via spiritual means.

Aidan Kincaid, wearing cargo pants and a dark blue T-shirt with a Search-and-Rescue emblem on the pec, a radio on his hip, looking dusty and hot and tired and sexy as hell.

I get that the proof of my wanting isn't as … evident as yours was, but I'm quite certain you could find it if you searched hard enough.

They didn't use discussion as a sham process to let people "have their say" so that they could "buy in" to a predetermined decision. The process was more like a heated scientific debate, with people engaged in a search for the best answers.

Life without God is a long and fruitless search for enjoyment, meaning, and fulfillment.

What is it the wind has lost that she keeps looking for under each leaf?

How can I be lost when I've never been found?

I have been looking all my life for history and have yet to find it.

This is a case in which I need more than words to find the meaning.