Quotes About Search

perhaps all our lovers are merely hints and symbols; vagabond languages scrawled on gate-posts and paving stones along the weary road that others have trampled before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond each other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.

Where do you lurk? I shall come down your burrow and ch-chivvy you out like an old st-t-toat.

But how do you know He *doesn't* want us to have it—the cross, I mean? I bet He's just waiting for one of us to go and find it—just at this moment when it's most needed. Just at this moment when everyone is forgetting it and chattering about the hypostatic union, there's a solid chunk of wood waiting for them to have their silly heads knocked against. I'm going off to find it

It's so hard to find a male to gratify one's artistic tastes.

His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was

it's so hard to find a male to gratify one's artistic taste

I'm not fit to touch her, he cried aloud to the four walls. I'm not fit to touch her little hand. Nevertheless, he went out to look for her.

He left feeling that if he had searched harder, he might have found her — that he was leaving her behind.

Hazel: Listen babe you have to search for your luck it's nice if it just falls in your lap but I look for my lucky pennies. ... Maggie: What do you do with all your pennies Hazel: I give them away. It's good to spread your luck around and it always comes back to you.

I am the escaped one, After I was born They locked me up inside me But I left. My soul seeks me, Through hills and valley, I hope my soul Never finds me.

Everything I sought in life I abandoned for the sake of the search. I'm like one who absentmindedly looks for he doesn't know what, having forgotten it in his dreaming as the search got under way.

I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I should make an ornament of my soul.

I seek and don't find myself. I belong to chrysanthemum hours, neatly lined up in flowerpots.

perché se la libertà non è in me non la troverò da nessuna parte.

The search for the truth — whether the subjective truth of one's own convictions, the objective truth of reality or the social truth of money or power — always brings with it, if the searcher in question deserves the prize, the ultimate knowledge that the truth does not exist.

Knowing how easily even the smallest things torture me, I deliberately avoid contact with them. A cloud passing in front of the sun is enough to make me suffer, how then should I not suffer in the darkness of the endlessly overcast sky of my own life? My isolation is not a search for happiness, which I do not have the heart to win, nor for peace, which one finds only when it will never more be lost; what I seek is sleep, extinction, a small surrender.

I'm so cold, so weary in my abandonment. Go and find my Mother, O Wind.

A verdade, se ela existe, Ver-se-á que só consiste Na procura da verdade, Porque a vida é só metade.

Sonhar é confessar a necessidade de viver, substituindo a vida real pela vida irreal, e assim é uma compensação de inalienabilidade do querer viver. Que é tudo isto enfim senão a busca da felicidade? E busca qualquer qualquer outra coisa.

Que de tu cuerpo de ánfora inútil sepa yo extraer el alma de los nuevos versos y de tu ritmo lento de ola efímera, sepan mis dedos temblorosos buscar las líneas pérfidas de una prosa virgen de ser oída.

I came here for no reason, as with everything in life.

I gave up everything I searched for in life precisely because I had to search for it.

Let us always search for the impossible, since that is our destiny, and let us search for it by way of the useless, since no path goes by any other way, but let us rise to the consciousness that nothing we search for can be found, and that nothing along the way deserves a fond kiss or memory.

Everything I sought in life I abandoned for the sake of the search.