Quotes About Searching

Mr. Hardy looked out the window of his second-floor study as if searching for the answer somewhere in the town of Bayport, where the Hardys lived.

You are free and that is why you are lost.

Not every child has the endurance and fearlessness to go on searching until it comes to the kindliness that lies beneath the surface. You can only treat a child in the way you yourself are constituted.

Scratch your flesh raw between your toes, but you won't find the answer.

Quem procura não encontra, mas quem não procura é encontrado.

I am free, that is why I am lost.

I had long been running through the darkness, this way and that, guided by nothing but a vague yearning

I am free and that's why I am lost

He smiled and said, "You want me to tell you the way?" "Yes," I said, "because I can't find it myself." "Give up, give up," he said, and turned away abruptly, like someone who wanted to be alone with his laughter.

I come at it from a different angle of attack with each novel, searching for the technological texture the story demands. There isn't a recipe; it's more of an instinct.

You know, Saint Augustine said our hearts are restless 'til they rest in thee. And I had a restlessness in my heart. Something just wasn't quite right.

v?n chÆ°Æ¡ng là nÆ¡i nÆ°Æ¡ng tá»±a cu?i cùng trên cõi ??i cho nh?ng ai không bi?t náu mình vào Ä'âu n?a

I thought of myself as missing.

I understand only that a vast void, an emptiness, is needing to be filled. O the things we grasp at.

There's nothing, of course, more damaging and hurtful to the psyche than that—searching grimly for things to despise and revile in a person you once loved. You may destroy the beloved image but at the same time you destroy part of the basis of your self-respect, plus a whole vital chunk out of your past. Because, if he is hateful now, what aberration once caused you to waste so much love on him?

There're a lot of things you don't understand. Zachary smoldered his gaze at me. I came looking for you, and then when I found out where you were, suddenly it didn't seem worth it. It wasn't you. It was everything and nothing. Life. Ma's death. Talking to anybody. Not worth it

I find,' he says, his voice still muffled, 'that I am constantly wondering where he is. Where he has gone. It is like a wheel ceaselessly turning at the back of my mind. Whatever I am doing, wherever I am, I am thinking: Where is he, where is he? He can't have just vanished. He must be somewhere. All I have to do is find him. I look for him everywhere, in every street, in every crowd, in every audience. That's what I am doing, when I look out at them all: I try to find him, or a version of him.

the whip-poor-will, like love and wisdom, had no home

One can think effectively only when one is willing to endure suspense and to undergo the trouble of searching.

I felt as if I were running in a labyrinth, chasing after something I could not see yet knew was important. I sensed it was just ahead, and then it would go around a corner, and I would be lost. I would have to decide what to do next, where to go, and what I needed to get out of that confusing place. If I stopped running and stood still, I would be accepting that what I had was all I would ever have. And then I would no longer be lost, because there would be nowhere else to go.

sons perdidos à procura de perdidas cores. corto o ar e nado através de quartos sem paredes

After much searching I have found the thing that sets me apart: a sort of stubborn attachment to evil.

It is often spiritual laziness that, under the appearance of humility, professes to have no will, because it fears the trouble of searching out the will of God, or when found, the struggle of claiming it in faith.

How does Less get the world so wrong? Over and over again. Where is the exit for moments like this?