Quotes About Searching

I think there is a part of life that I'm missing.

I'm always interested in something that's missing.

The dog that trots about finds a bone.

There is no happy land. There is no end to hunger.

We're all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big, God-shaped hole in our souls. Some people use alcohol, or sex, or their children, or food, or money, or music, or heroin. A lot of people even use the concept of God itself. I could go on and on. I used to know a girl who used shoes. She had over two-hundred pairs. But it's all the same thing, really. People, for some stupid reason, think they can escape their sorrows.

Not aimless. Not in the least. It's just that my aims are different from most. There are plenty of aimless people on the road, all right. People who hitchhike from kicks to kicks, restlessly, searching for something: looking for America, as Jack Kerouac put it, or looking for themselves, or looking for some relation between America and themselves. But I'm not looking for anything. I've found something. What is it that you've found? Hitchhiking.

But I been headin' in this direction for seven years. Walking all around this place. Upstate, downstate, east, west. I been to territory ain't got no name. Never stayin' nowhere long. But when I got here, and sat out there on the porch waitin' for you, I knew it wasn't the place I was headin' toward, it was you.

Is that what happened? Standing in the cane, he was trying to catch a girl he was yet to see, but his heart knew all about, and me, holding on to him but wishing he was the golden boy I never saw either. Which means from the very beginning I was a substitute and so was he.

She looked around for a place to be. A small place. The closet? No. Too dark. The bathroom. It was both small and bright, and she wanted to be in a very small, very bright place. Small enough to contain her grief. Bright enough to throw into relief the dark things that cluttered her.

rummaging furiously in a mind which appeared to have entirely lost its card index....

I wanted to hate someone, but I didn't know who. I was no where and everywhere. I was lost.

drawers, searching through them before pulling

Dhoondta phirta hoon main, ai Iqbal, apney aap ko Aap hi goya musaafir, aap hi manzil hoon main.

The little satellite settlement was in disarray, with no discipline, no rule other than every man for himself. West himself, the putative leader of the settlement, was gone, searching for gold. The situation was so bad that Smith was unable to smooth relations between the colonists and the Indians,

Thoughts roamed like lost dogs through

We knew what we were against. We just didn't know what we were for.

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

Nevroz, anlam?n? arayan ruhun ac? çekmesidir.

It was then we found ourselves too many fields away from where we'd meant to be, with regard to desire, to get there ever, even if—though this was not the case—we'd been told the way.

You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.

To a drinker the sensation is real and pure and akin to something spiritual: you seek; in the bottle, you find.

It is in fact nothing short of a miracle," Albert Einstein wrote, "that the modern methods of instruction have not yet entirely strangled the holy curiosity of inquiry. . . . It is a very grave mistake to think that the enjoyment of seeing and searching can be promoted by means of coercion and sense of duty.

Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soulWhen hot for certainties in this our life!

We were searching to rediscover the first seedso that the ancient drama could begin again.