Quotes About Search

What a peculiar path I've had to take in order to reach you.

Without fully realizing it, I began writing my first book. It was neither a vocation nor a particular gift that pushed me to write, but quite simply the enigma posed by a man I had no chance of finding again, and by all those questions that would never have an answer.

Bien des années plus tard, un après-midi que je marchais dans les parages du Val-de-Grâce, j'ai essayé de retrouver ce hôtel. Je n'avais noté ni le nom ni l'adresse sur le carnet noir, comme on évite d'écrire les détails trop intimes de notre vie, de crainte qu'une fois fixés sur le papier ils ne nous appartiennent plus.

comme si l'hiver de cette année-là séparait les gens les uns des autres, brouillait et effaçait leurs itinéraires, au point de jeter un doute sur leur existence. Et il n'y a aucun recours. Ceux-là même qui sont chargés de vous chercher et de vous retrouver établissent des fiches pour mieux vous faire disparaître ensuite – définitivement.

He wanted something, he realizes now. Wanted an answer other than the ones he'd been given. Wanted to find out this whole world had some purpose, some particular purpose. For him.

The world has always been hungry, though it often does not know what it hungers for.

And I'll find you– You bet yer life on it– I'll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.

De modo que saliste en busca de un mito y encontraste un hombre. Has oído las historias y ahora quieres los hechos reales.

I went looking for a legend and found a lizard. A fascinating lizard, but a lizard just the same.

Nunca estás donde te busco, y apareces cuando menos lo espero. Como el arco iris.

En buena parte, la razón por la que vine a este rincón del mundo era con la esperanza de encontrarte.

So you went looking for a myth and found a man,

I didn't really have any idea how I would find her. Some foolish, romantic part of me thought I would know her when I saw her. If she were half as radiant as her voice, she would shine like a candle in a dark room. But as I thought these things, the wiser part of me was whispering in my other ear. Do not hope, it said. Do not dare hold hope that any woman could burn as brightly as the voice that sang the part of Aloine.

Pero incluso buscarla y no encontrarla era reconfortante, en cierto modo. En cierto modo, ese parecía ser el fundamento de nuestra relación.

I would have more luck trying to steal the moon. At least I knew where to look for the moon at night.

Well, you know what they say: Finding the right analogy is as hard as…

Finding the right analogy is as hard as…" I put on a thoughtful expression. "As hard as…" I made an inarticulate grasping gesture.

Though I didn't know it at the time, I was looking for the name of the wind.

I'm off balance, not sure what's wrong. —You have misplaced joy, he said without hesitation. Without joy, we are as dead. —How do I find it again? —Find those who have it and bathe in their perfection.

There were no ashtrays and no sign of my philosophic cowpoke. I sensed he had been heading this way and most likely, spotting the spanking new paint job, just kept on going. I looked around. Nothing to hold me here, either, not even the dried carcass of a dead bee.

Such things that disappear in time that we find ourselves longing to see again. We search for them in close-up as we search for our hands in a dream.

In all the world one may always hope to recapture something lost.

I was looking for a quiet place to die.