Quotes About Search

We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one.

You search endlessly for permanent happiness in a world where nothing is permanent.

I don't believe in happiness anyway... it's too much of an American pastime, this search for happiness. Just forget happiness and enjoy your misery.

The roots of addiction can be seen in our search for happiness in something outside of our self, be it drugs, relationships, material possessions.

I have to find a place for my own. I have to search for my own happiness.

It is a sad thing to want for happiness, but it is a terrible thing to see another groping about blindly for it, when it is almost within the grasp.

I don't know what I am, but this isn't happiness.

But there was, she knew, something else. Happiness, she supposed. Whatever that might be. What, exactly, she wondered, was happiness. Very positively she wanted it.

Não é verdade que a felicidade é aquilo que procuramos sem nunca sermos capazes de a reconhecer?

Happiness can be as elusive as a small fish darting away in a mountain stream.

The unhappy people of the known paths must certainly try the unknown paths in their search of happiness!

Bill Murray is on the show tonight. Next week I'll be Goggling 'foods that improve prostate health.'

The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help it - can't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.

WINTER: Because I guess I like the idea that maybe someday I can find my place, you know? My niche. Somewhere people will keep me.

Computers ought to help people find their own best path through lots of textual information.

The search for causes must come after the collection of facts.

Our search for certainty rests in our attempts at understanding the history of all individual selves and all civilizations. Beyond that, there is only awe.

It's not about finding a home so much as finding yourself

The moment you've uttered the exact dimensionality of your exile, you're already turning towards home.

If I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with!

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world.

In the end we're all searching for our home, that one place where we belong.

One way to find your place is like the rain, a million requests for lodging, one that wins, finds your cheek: you find your home.