Quotes About Searching

Sir Adam tells me your husband had looked for you prior to the meal that day and couldn't find you," Faucon said. "Where were you?" "Hiding," she said with a sigh. "It's what I do here.

I came here searching for something, Dad. I didn't find what I'd expected, but I found what I needed: peace. I needed peace.

We women, when we're searching for a meaning to our lives or for the path of knowledge, always identify with one of four classic archetypes.

It is a very grave mistake to think that the enjoyment of seeing and searching can be promoted by means of coercion and a sense of duty.

I wish I could remember where I put things. I spend half my life looking for my keys. With the other half I look for my glasses.

Life is rather like a tin of sardines - we're all of us looking for the key.

Searching is half the fun: life is much more manageable when thought of as a scavenger hunt as opposed to a surprise party.

We have no freakin' idea what we're even doing here.

They sat in silence. Feathers, Phoebe thought, searching in vain for some moment of her own that could rival the beauty and mystery of Faith's act. She felt a disappointment so familiar it was almost a comfort.

Being somewhere but not completely: that was home for Danny, and it sure as hell was easier to land than a decent apartment. All he needed was a cell phone, or I-access, or both at once, or even just a plan to leave wherever he was and go someplace else really really soon. Being in one place and thinking about another place could make him feel at home.

Your desultory twenties," my mother calls my lost time, trying to make it sound reasonable and fun, but it started before I was twenty and lasted much longer. I'm praying it's over.

STEPHEN O'CONNOR Next to Nothing

The answers were maddeningly absent—it was like trying to remember a song that you knew made you feel a certain way, without a title, artist, or even a few bars to bring it back.

I couldn't shake the feeling that this life was never meant for me.

Everyone's looking for something, she thought. Ghosts. Scientific explanations of the world around us. A new and different life somewhere else.

It's exhausting, constantly having to search for the people you love.

I try to concentrate on the words, on the melody, but then she starts searching through songs, and this feels like my brain—fragments of words, fragments of melodies, fragments of moments, fragments of things.

The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don't know where that elsewhere is.

My ancestors kept on breaking their necks searching the ground at their feet for buried treasure, and I too had found what I had sought for so long by gazing above my head and discovering my brothers from outer space who had restored my calm. Why should I be expected, alone among all my fathers and grandfathers, as I sat there on that stake, to submit my fate to the laws of nature and the rules of logic?

I find myself still softly searching for my delinquent palaces.

I am out with lanterns looking for myself

It seems that human nature is very prone to believe what it wants to believe, rather than to incur the labor of really searching the Scriptures with an open mind.

You guys looking for my dad? People are always, like, looking for him, and he's never around. Daddy is so not here. And I mean that literally and spiritually.

They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame.