Quotes About Searching

I'm sorry. I never think to check my messages and I don't have a clue where that cell phone is.' She looked around as if she might find it in the flower bed.

And stop with that cute little grin you always get in your mind. You think you can get around me with it, but you can't." He tugged at her arm, his black eyes restless, searching the forest around them. He could still feel the dark malevolence through Shea. "I can always get around you, little red hair," he answered tenderly. "You are not capable of holding a grudge.

What ho, hostess! Where be these whores?

Mr. Fresh sat down on the stool behind the counter and stared into the eyes of the cardboard cutout of Cher, hoping to find answers there. But the bitch was holding out.

Look, I've always had an empty place in my life that I've alternatively tried to fill with food and penises, but now I have something.

She looked at him—those wide blue eyes—with sort of an odd, glazed look. Not with the adoration or wonder that you might expect, more like she'd been drinking and would be leaving as soon as she found her car keys.

La desesperada soledad de las paralelas que no se encuentran jamás

Cubby kept looking for Miss Renshaw--it was like waiting for the bus, constantly thinking that each little sound was Miss Renshaw and Morgan coming back

Esiste un modo di evitare che somiglia al cercare

even years from now—when the missing will be so sharp it takes your breath away. But there will be good days, too; months and years of them. In one way or another, you'll be searching for her all your life. You'll find her, too. As you grow up, you'll understand her more and more. I promise you that.

Uyumak, uyumak, uyumak ve bir daha hiç uyanmamak istiyordu. Büyük bir çaresizliÄŸin içine düÅŸtüÄŸünü hissediyordu ve bir ç?k?? yolu, onu gülümsetecek bir ÅŸey bulam?yordu. Her ÅŸeyden ar?nd?r?lm?? bu yerde göz gezdirirken k?ymetli ya da önemsenmeye deÄŸer bir ÅŸey bulam?yordu.

and over, like a detective, looking for clues and hints of emotion.

think you're sad. And I think you're searching for purpose. But becoming someone's mistress is not the way to find yourself.

Eso es porque Aki se ha ido. Porque la he perdido. Ya no hay nada que desee ver. Ni en Australia, ni en Alaska, ni en el Mediterráneo, ni en la Antártida. En este mundo, vaya a donde vaya, siempre me sucederá los mismo. Por más maravilloso que sea el paisaje que tenga ante los ojos, nunca me emocionaré; la más hermosa de las vistas no me gustará. Ha desaparecido la persona que me hacía desear, ver, saber y sentir..., incluso vivir.

You have every cause for anxiety. We are on the threshold of a more searching, more honest, more open society.

Right now everything looks so strange to me, as if I don't belong here. It's me that's out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel there's somewhere I do belong, but I just can't find it.

What are you out here for at this time of night?

There are maps in me but I am lost, and there are skies in me but they are dead.

I came back to find you," Akiva said. "I don't know why. Karou. Karou. I don't know why." His voice was so faint she could barely hear him. "Just to find you and be in the world that you're in…

Karou was plagued by the notion that she wasn't whole. She didn't know what this meant, but it was a lifelong feeling, a sensation akin to having forgotten something. She'd tried describing it to Issa once, when she was a girl. "It's like you're standing in the kitchen, and you know you went in there for a reason, but you can't think of what that reason is, no matter what.

I've been wandering around all night—I couldn't sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.

Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside. She is gone, and they cannot track her, and I have no idea where to go or what to do next, and the only person I can imagine speaking my agony to is the one person who cannot know.

Por vezes, quando um homem não consegue encontrar respostas seja para onde quer que se volte, acaba por descobrir algumas no fundo de uma garrafa

Hunter's name drifted to him on the wind, the call barely discernible yet shrill, like the whisper of a lost soul searching for solace. He reined his stallion to a halt, bracing himself against the sound, teeth clenched, eyes closed, his trapped breath searing his throat. Hunter. His woman still called for him.