Quotes About Searching

How the hell should I know what we deserve?

Then said the gods: "Let Us make one to seek, to seek and never to find out concerning the wherefore of the making of the gods." And They made by the lifting of Their hands, each god according to his sign, the Bright One with the flaring tail to seek from the end of the Worlds to the end of them again, to return again after a hundred years. Man, when thou seest the comet, know that another seeketh besides thee nor ever findeth out.

But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.

All of life seems to me a strange dream about losing things you never had to begin with. About trying to find your glasses when you can't see because you don't have your glasses on.

And he saw Thire, in a helmet with bright crimson flares. He was searching for something. And with him was another presence—one that felt like a vast storm in the Force, full of malice and greed. Troubled, Yoda opened his eyes.

What are we supposed to be looking for? Stanley asked him. You're not looking for anything. You're digging to build character. It's just if you find anything, the Warden would like to know about it.

Come, Philander, let us be a marching, Every one his true love a searching, Would be the most appropriate motto for this chapter, because, intimidated by the threats, denunciations, and complaints showered upon me in consequence of taking the liberty to end a certain story as I liked, I now yield to the amiable desire of giving satisfaction, and, at the risk of outraging all the unities, intend to pair off everybody I can lay my hands on.

Lo que hago es lo que me enseña lo que estoy buscando. (Pierre Soulages, pintor abstracto francés)

Before Elfrida Phipps left London for good and moved to the country, she made a trip to Battersea Dogs' Home, and returned with a canine companion. It took a good, and heart-rending, half hour of searching, but as soon as she saw him, sitting very close to the bars of his kennel and gazing up at her with dark and melting eyes, she knew he was the one. She did not want a large animal, nor did she relish the idea of a yapping lap dog. This one was exactly the right size. Dog size.

She was trouble looking for somebody to happen to.

I asked Go to answer my questions, but the only sound was always the whistling of the wind filling the empty space.

and I could imagine myself searching for lost time under the tree ...

It was as if he'd abandoned himself to his despair, but in fact, Aoyama knew, he was fervently searching for something. Something that, once found, would keep him from having to feel the pain of his wound. To just entrust oneself to time was to exterminate oneself, to temporarily accept a kind of death.

Go out looking for one thing, and that's all you'll ever find.

I am a teacher and the reason I'm a teacher is because I'm learning as hard as I can. I'm not any different from anybody else. I am searching and having some success finding answers.

Crois-moi, on cherche mal quand on ne réfléchit pas.

Shift #5 for Seamus Heaney a box of coconut water two cans of coconut milk so many looking for help some people care when a poet dies a poem is a conscience a report card, a confession: today my lies were a motor that spun the Earth how can you get truth from a hill when I am the continent that drifts? how can I taste what I'm mourning when soon everything will be salt from the sea?

Believers with nothing to believe in.

He had appeared beside her because she had wanted him to. She had called him to her, and was calling him still. Even when she fell asleep, she dreamed of water, as if the world were topsy-turvy and everything she cared about had been lost in the deep. She plunged through the green waves with her eyes wide open, searching for the world as she'd known it, but that world no longer existed; everything that had once been solid was liquid now, and the birds swam alongside the fish.

The story is always about searching for the truth, no matter what it might bring. Even when nothing was what it appeared to be, when everything hidden, there was a center not even I could run from: who I truly was, what I felt, what I was deep inside.

Buckley kept the shoe on his dresser, until one day it wasn't there anymore and no amount of looking for it could turn it up.

Qué crees tú? Yo creo que estamos aquí para cavilar. Para preguntar. Y que, preguntándonos por las cosas grandes, encontramos respuesta para las pequeñas, casi por casualidad. Pero sobre las grandes te quedas como al principio. Y cuánto más cavilo y me preguntó, más amor siento.

Human beings are like the screwed-up children of alcoholic parents in that way, picking up the pieces afterward and trying to make up reasons why. You could argue that's what makes us interesting, and maybe it is to some alien race studying us from a million miles away. From where I sit it just seems pathetic and sad.

WHAT, THEN, OF the secret of happiness? I know stories that touch upon it and even one by that name. But for me, the secret of happiness sits atop a long list of life's secrets. Perhaps that's the secret—there is no secret of happiness. Yet, we keep searching, maybe because the simple act of looking for it makes us happy. As