Quotes About Searching

What . . . do . . . you . . . want?' 'I'm looking for someone.' 'Who?' hissed the insect. 'Zaphod Beeblebrox,' said Marvin, 'he's over there.' The insect shook with rage. It could hardly speak. 'Then why did you ask me?' it screamed. 'I just wanted something to talk to,' said Marvin. 'What!' 'Pathetic, isn't it?

I suppose what I really am is restless. I want to go everywhere, see everything, do everything. I want to find something. Yes, that's it, I want to find something.

you are searching for happiness outside, when in reality it is inside ! How would you ever find it?

Luftmenschen were also eternal students, lost souls, young people who spent their lives arguing politics in cafés and drifting through the student communities of Europe— gifted, bright, but never truly finding themselves.

Tintinnabulation is an area I sometimes wander into when I am searching for answers - in my life, my music, my work. In my dark hours, I have the certain feeling that everything outside this one thing has no meaning.

For the better part of my life, I was always trying to manufacture somehow what I would consider 'living.' Because I grew up sort of upper-middle class and I didn't relate so much to that as a life, and I wanted to really find 'living.'

I was very unsure about what I wanted to do in high school.

After 2012, there's been a shift in humanity, society and economics. We're witnessing a transition: everything is changing really fast - with that comes a wanting to see and believe, and faith and spirituality come into play. I think the world is now more spiritual than it ever was because people are searching for answers.

By searching the sky now, me and other asteroid hunters hope to give us the early warning - ideally decades - that we need. But that strategy of focused searching hasn't stopped people from thinking about what we might do if an asteroid was on its way toward us.

The answer is not coming. I have to find an arbitrary point inside the spell of waiting, the open absence, and tear myself away. Leave, with no answer. Move on to the next question.

Live the questions.

What a searching preacher of self-command is the varying phenomenon of health.

there has never been a moment in one's life when one might not have stumbled upon this strange reality: what am I doing, where am I so hurriedly running, what is my objective, this whole world is a rat race and I'm going no where, with out any goal, isn't it?. this thought comes to me very often. alas! what to do, don't know what and where to knock the door and experience reality. no sooner that I try, I'm again fallen into the dismal depths of abyss, into the worldly affairs"

I had fallen in love, even if she was still finding her way.

those who lie about trench town reggae will always try to evade me and- the searching for truth questions- which I will ask them. the questions I ask, will show them up to be liars. so far, none has dared to accept my challenges after all these years. they fear my -(c) reggae polygraphy.

hay algo dentro de mi que se arrastra hacia fuera, como la mano de un hombre dormido en una barca que se descuelga hasta tocar el agua.

I've got CDs in my car, listening all the time for that next song, because everybody's looking.

I'm constantly buying records.

I still don't know quite what I'm supposed to do or be.

I consider myself a spiritual atheist. I certainly believe there are forces bigger than ourselves, and that we should be searching, individually, for meaning in our lives. But I don't believe there's a supreme being, an intelligence that created everything.

Human resources are like natural resources; they're often buried deep. You have to go looking for them; they're not just lying around on the surface.

I knocked stuff out of the medicine cabinet. Things rolled into the sink. 'Where's the aspirin?' I said. I knocked down more things. I didn't care. 'Goddamn it,' I said. Things kept falling.

But even as he laughed and turned and lost sight of her, he knew he was in error. He spun round and his mind kept spinning as his eyes sought desperately for some sign, some trace. But he had known before he turned that he was at last completely alone on the tower.

Denn Erkenntnis – auch über uns selbst – lässt sich nicht im Gänsemarsch gewinnen. Und eine Gesellschaft, die das Suchen oder Forschen nicht zulässt, ist dem Untergang geweiht.