Quotes About Searching

But he is product of a dislocated society; he is a dispossessed and disinherited man; he is all of this, and he lives amide the greatest plenty on earth and he is looking and feeling for a way out.

Nico had once read a story from Plato, who claimed that in the ancient times, all humans had been a combination of male and female. Each person had two heads, four arms, four legs. Supposedly, these combo-humans had been so powerful they made the gods uneasy, so Zeus split them in half—man and woman. Ever since, humans had felt incomplete. They spent their lives searching for their other halves.

Like some helpful person (hi, Mom) has tried to 'clean' it, and suddenly you can't find anything?

I've found that when one us searching for danger, it's never hard to find.

If she was looking for me, I did not want to be found. She was scary.

I am still looking

What on earth was she doing with her life? Could she just get up and leave?

What is it to know that people will come searching for you? Everything.

I kept on going over and over the list in my head. I memorized it the same way I had memorized the list of ten things about my mama. I memorized it so if I didn't find him, I would have some part

My husband claims I have an unhealthy obsession with secondhand bookshops. That I spend too much time daydreaming altogether. But either you intrinsically understand the attraction of searching for hidden treasure amongst rows of dusty shelves or you don't; it's a passion, bordering on a spiritual illness, which cannot be explained to the unaffected.

I kneeled without ecstasy, prayed without belief, and felt as a stranger.

All I know is that I've wasted all these years looking for something, a sort of trophy I'd get only if I really, really did enough to deserve it. But I don't want it anymore, I want something else now, something warm and sheltering, something I can turn to, regardless of what I do, regardless of who I become. Something that will just be there, always, like tomorrow's sky.

cuando perdíamos algo precioso, y buscábamos y buscábamos por todas partes y no lo encontrábamos, no debíamos perder por completo la esperanza. Nos quedaba aún una brizna de consuelo al pensar que un día, cuando fuéramos mayores y pudiéramos viajar libremente por todo el país, siempre podríamos ir a Norfolk y encontrar lo que habíamos perdido hacía tanto tiempo

Mr Capaldi believed there was nothing special inside Josie that couldn't be continued. He told the Mother he'd searched and searched and found nothing like that. But I believe now he was searching in the wrong place. There was something very special, but it wasn't inside Josie.

With no chance to take off, I had to play my role, searching for the rendezvous spot, which gave me the excuse to look for an escape opportunity. Maybe a hole in the wall too small for Tori's mom to follow me through or a precarious stack of boxes I could topple onto her head or an abandoned hammer I could brain her with. I'd never "brained" anyone in my life, but with Tori's mom, I was willing to try.

The intruder finished in the living room and went into the bedroom. More searching. Now Daniel was the one getting restless, fidgeting and shifting. When I tried to pull away to give him room, he jumped like I'd startled him, then murmured, "Just relax," like I'd been the one fussing.

I heard you guys broke up," she said. "We did." "Did you decide he wasn't good enough for you?" If I had, I wouldn't be looking for him, would I?

The memo said they were leaving cleanup on Project Genesis to the St. Clouds, and they'd get involved later if it looked 'profitable.'" "Cleanup?" Daniel swore. "Not liking the sound of that." "Apparently the St. Clouds 'lost control' of some 'assets' and were searching for them." "In other words, the subjects took off.

Se sentía perdido.

Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from/Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

I'm always looking for meaningful one-night stands.

Uno cree saber lo que busca, pero sólo al final, cuando lo encuentra, comprende realmente qué andaba buscando.

What do you mean, what's the matter with him? Nothing's the matter with him, everything's the matter with him, the same as it is with everybody else. He's just fine. He gets overwhelmed now and then, and he doesn't know how to say what he feels or means, so he cries and runs off a little, trying to find out where to go, for God's sake. Where can you go?

Modest doubt is call'dThe beacon of the wise, the tent that searchesTo the bottom of the worst.