Quotes About Searching

My religion is searching for the truth in life and life in the truth, though knowing that I do not have to find it while I live; my religion is fighting incessantly and tirelessly with the unknown.

I ask God in spirit and in truth 'what are we?'. It's the questions first.

If you're searching for the truth, throw out all your prejudices and just gather the facts. If you do that, you'll be able to see the real truth.

How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go?

They were going through the Cahuenga Pass. Bosch looked out his window and up the hillside, searching for his house nestled in among the others in the folds of the mountain. He thought he saw a glimpse of the back deck sticking out over the brown brush.

That's what my life was about for a long time," he added quietly. "I was searching out evil. That was my job. And I was good at it but in the long run it was better than me. It got the best of me. I think—no, I know—that's what took my heart.

Cassandra wanted the same night over and over again but she believed in some hidden way that if she had the same night enough times it would all crack open, and something better than love would be revealed. Something better than music.

I've been dating since I was fifteen. I'm exhausted. Where is he?

I'm single, I'm looking for something meaningful.

I wanted to do a comedy. I'd been actively looking for a comedy. I wanted to do one that was different. Nothing against them, but I wasn't interested in just your normal sitcom, boy meets girl.

Looking for a supernova, therefore, was a little like standing on the observation platform of the Empire State Building with a telescope and searching windows around Manhattan in the hope of finding, let us say, someone lighting a twenty-first birthday cake.

I don't know why I go walking at night, but now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore. I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life until I find what it is that I've been looking for.

The more you search the more you find.

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

I was lingering out on the pavement. There was a missing person inside of myself and I needed to find him . . . I felt done for, an empty burned-out wreck . . . Wherever I am, I'm a '60s troubadour, a folk-rock relic, a wordsmith from bygone days, a fictitious head of state from a place nobody knows.

It seemed I'd always been chasing after something, anything that moved -a car, a bird, a blowing leaf -anything that might lead me into some more lit place, some unknown land downriver. I had not even the vaguest notion of the broken world I was living in, what society could do with you.

In the end, one detail is unarguable: There will always be those searching for treasure. Never forget: We are a country founded on legends and myths. We love them, especially legends of treasure. Looking for treasure isn't just part of being an American, it is America.

Qué otra cosa podía hacer, Eva? Ni siquiera sabía de tu existencia. —La voz de Gideon se hizo más grave y áspera—. Si hubiera sabido que andabas por ahí, te habría buscado. No habría perdido ni un segundo. Pero no lo sabía, y me conformé con menos. Igual que tú. Los dos perdimos el tiempo con personas que no eran adecuadas.

There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. --from Elm, written 19 April 1962

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

God, who am I?

I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart…I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.

I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?