Quotes About Searching

I'm looking for 100 percent proof that there's a spiritual realm, and I ain't seen nothing in my 43 years of living but humans. So until that day, I'll be waiting.

I am one of the haunted.

To me, nothing feels more like being dead than being in your 20s and having no direction in your life.

Having wasted ten days searching for camels I could not find, I was glad to bargain with him.

From nothingness, there arose great love; now, its source nullified, that love, searching and sick, converts to the most abysmal suffering imaginable.

From nothingness, there arose great love; now, its source nullified, that love, searching and sick, converts to the most abysmal suffering imaginable. In

Dash it, coz! Been searching for you all over! Even took a look-in at the church. If I hadn't thought to ask pretty well everyone I met if they'd seen a mountain moving about on legs I might be hunting for you still!

There ain't no answer. There ain't going to be any answer. There never has been an answer. That's the answer. (Gertrude Stein: In Words and Pictures)

India is still searching for its first World Cup title. Australia and England have shown they are able to bounce back from disappointment.

Finally, after a lot of searching and digging, it was simply the love of family that gave me a road into the character. Once I got into that, and we delved into what it would be like to survive cancer and the ability to see how precious life is, it became easier to play her.

I guess I didn't feel confident enough to be searching in a big public way. I was very content at the time to toil in obscurity on things that I thought might point me in certain directions or teach me certain things - not knowing what that would be.

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.

No matter how she beseeched the stars for guidance, their light remained far awar and cold; they provided no answers and no comfort.

I look at the world like frost in a windowpane, confused, unseeing, and I wait for a solution which will never come. I see the world through eyes glazed over, searching for relief from the ungodly pain. Fuck the stigma. I just want normalcy.

Like the man who looked for hours under a streetlight for the keys he had dropped in the alley because the light was better there, we waste so much time looking for what we want where it isn't to be found, consumed by "the underlying fear of… being torn away from our chosen image of what or who we are in this world." (Miller)

Time and time again I can't please myself.

I am still trying to find out things. And I inevitably tell myself the story in different ways every time I think about it.

Red Dust was about the late 1980s; it was a time of burgeoning hopes and opening up and people searching for new ways.

Richard's bookshelves weren't alphabetized. He never had time to alphabetize them. He was always too busy- looking for books he couldn't find.

She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and jimpson weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. So she lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for distance and shouted:

gone, you see, yet finding

I'm twenty years old and look at me-- there isn't a thing I want to do

I think only one thing. Where 's Octavia? As I get closer to the bottom, I notice that it's water that I'm falling into. It's salty-green and smooth, until... I'm driven through the surface and go deeper. I'm surrounded. I'm drowning. I think. I'm drowning. But I'm smiling too.

Cuéntame, Jimmy —dice. El temblor de las manos aumenta—. ¿Dónde has estado todo este tiempo? —Su voz es angustiada pero dulce —. ¿Dónde has estado? Tengo algo atascado en la garganta. Son las palabras. Finalmente las reconozco y digo: —He estado buscándote.