Quotes About Searching

I really wanted to talk to her. I just couldn't find an algorithm that fit.

Ben de gülümsedim ve ç?lg?n bir sevinçle hâdisenin üstüne aban?yor, gayr-i hakikî bir nokta ar?yordum; fakat bir kere, inanman?n ?ehveti ba?lad?ktan sonra, hakikat oldu?una iman edilen ?eyi bütün i?tiyaklar?yla kucakl?yan insanlar gibi sevinçten ç?ld?r?yordum, kuruntumun utanc?n? duymayacak kadar mes'uttum.

God isn't dead--he's just missing in action.

Earth never grieves, I thought, walking across the park, watching seagulls cruising greedily above the ground looking for heaven knows what. Don't you think it's a good line? A very good line

'Stimela' is the very first video I directed. I wanted it to be an emotional visual art piece, displaying humans as free, powerful animals. We are all running from something or searching for something; our instincts have been ignored.

We all perform our lives in a way. And the actor is a perfect metaphor to get at that theme of 'how do we find our authentic selves?' And that we all - whether we're actors or not - perform ourselves. As a way of searching. As a way of fumbling around and trying to say, is this my voice? Is this who I am?

I was in a Bible study, Henry Blackaby's 'Experiencing God,' and I started to experience God as I was reading the pages of this workbook and studying scripture with some friends, and we all just searching to fill that void in our lives.

I sit at the beach and I keep thinking there is something more I could be doing.

I don't feel that I belong anywhere. Or rather, if there's a place I belong, I don't feel I'm there.

He] seemed like a kid who was looking for something, looking for something, just didn't know what it was. I was like that once, but then I realized what I was looking for: Money! Ha! Ha hyah, hooh boy! (pg.43)

There was loneliness, too, as the sun set, but only rarely now did doubts return. Then I felt sinkingly as if my whole life lay behind me. Once on the mountain I knew (or trusted) that this would give way to total absorption with the task at hand. But at times I wondered if I had not come a long way only to find that what I really sought was something I had left behind.

Sometimes happiness is like the sound of a plane overhead. You look up to see it but the plane's not there. No matter where you look you can't find it on the sky, although the sound is still there and growing louder. You get a little frantic searching. At the same time you're thinking, this is stupid. But you keep looking and if you do finally see it, you feel absolved. Most of my life I'd been looking for happiness in the wrong parts of the sky.

Don't you know the name of your lonely, Walker?

I hit the spacebar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.

I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.

One day I wandered away from her and hid. I liked the way it felt to have someone look for me, to hear my name again and again. Oskar! Oskar! Maybe I didn't even like it, but I needed it right then.

Its so painful to think, and tell me what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever get me?

Every time I left our apartment to go searching for the lock, I became a little lighter, because I was getting closer to Dad. But I also became a little heavier, because I was getting farther from Mom.

I looked for her all day but didn't see her, not in the yard, not through a window, I promised myself I would stay until I found her, but as night began to come in, I knew I had to go home, I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?

I found it, and now I can't look for it

She was unhappy, although unconvinced that her unhappiness wouldn't be someone else's happiness. She felt unfulfilled desire—profound amounts of it—but presumably so did every other married and unmarried person. She wanted more, but didn't know if there was more to be found. Not knowing used to feel inspiring. It felt like faith. Now it felt agnostic. Like not knowing.

În vremea aceea,c?utam înser?rile,mahalalele ÅŸi nefericirea;acum caut dimineÅ£ile,centrul ÅŸi senin?tatea.

New York is like a divorcée looking for a richer second country.

Bu anlams?z dünya kargaÅŸa dolu ve ben de kaybolanlardan biriyim.