Quotes About Searching

Maybe his heart is searching for and not finding the place it used to live. I understand that because mine is searching and not finding too.

I used to think I was unstable, because I had this thirst for something. I could never figure out what it was. I couldn't sleep at night, and I always wanted to be somewhere else. I have a window tattooed, this little box, and it's because wherever I was, I wanted to be somewhere else. And, I always saw myself, wherever I was in life, staring out the window.

Remind me, she needed to ask. I don't seem to know how to be.

We spend so much of our grief looking for answers to explain what cannot be explained.

When the mind stops searching, when it stops wanting refuge, when it no longer goes in search of security, when it no longer craves more books and information, when it ignores even the memory of desire, only then will Love arrive within.

That sense of the world being the lack of something dogged him for years, and when it stopped dogging him, he felt unmoored.

But it wasn't long before the old familiar discontent started creeping up on me. I suppose it was always there, somewhere in the background. All I've done, my whole life, is keep it temporarily at bay.

I was always searching, always seeking the next big thing, because that was the thing that was going to make everything all right again. And while I was working toward it, it gave me something to think about other than that thing I couldn't put my finger on. But it always came back.

It's no good. Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes, I can't find myself anymore. When did I stop being me?

You just looked... she said, searching for the word, taken, you know? Plus you hardly reacted to Wes. I mean, you did alittle, but nothing like most girls. It was a little swoon. Not a sa-woon, you know? I said, Sa-woon? Oh, come on, she said shaking her head. Even a blind girl could tell he is amazing.

But it was important to simply be sought, even if you didn"t ever want to be found.

This life was fleeting, and I was still searching for the way I wanted to spend it that would make me happy, full, okay again. I didn't know what it was, not yet. But something told me I wouldn't find it here.

So it just wasn't in my house. Anywhere, I looked like I knew about the toilet.

But I was sure of something, too: it's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching, and rarely discovered—so many locks, not enough keys.

You're just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else-- find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.

Do you think she's still here?" Jonah asks.

En el fondo, ¿qué busco? No sé.

We are always looking for the book it is necessary to read next.

MEPHISTO. Good fortune's closely linked to merit, A thought that never enters foolish minds; The Philosopher's Stone's there in their hands? The Philosopher's searching everywhere for it.

Perhaps . . . our lot on the earth is to seek and to search. Now and again we find just enough to enable us to carry on. I now doubt that any of us will completely find and be found in this life.

I began asking, 'How can we know Christianity is true?' Sadly, none of the adults in my life offered an answer. Eventually I decided Christianity must not have any answers, and I became an agnostic.

I am like the lover of Roland Barthes "who's always running in his head". I'm always searching, and "eating" everything from my life, in order to put it in my dresses!

You drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, that was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.

I wanted so badly for there to be more. I ached for there to be more than my crappy little life.' He shakes his head. 'And there was more. I just couldn't see it.