Quotes About Searching

I've burned all my bridges for the sake of getting as near as I can to the truth. And after years of searching for the truth, you find that that's all you can bear. The truth and nothing but the truth.

There was a small point in my life in law school, right before I moved to Newark, when I didn't know what I wanted to do, and I felt so lost.

Most of the time I spend looking for the 25th hour in the day, the ninth day in the week, the 32nd day in the month and the 367th, eighth or 70th day in the year because I feel I have a very rich life.

I liked the clear morality of 1941, when you had no doubt about good and evil. There was a lot of idealism, people fighting for a cause. People are searching for morality today.

I have so many friends who have no idea what they want to do. They are out of college and working, but not sure they are doing what they want to do, which is normal.

Some part of me knew he would show up, that if I stood in one place long enough he would find me, like you're taught to do when you're lost. But they never taught us what to do if both of you are lost, and you both end up in the same place, waiting.

Marcus was difficult simply because he frequently gave the impression that he was merely stopping off on this planet on his way to somewhere else, somewhere he might fit in better.

What does it feel like, having a missing sister? I can tell you. You know how if you lose something valuable, a wallet or a piece of jewelry, you can't concentrate on anything else? Well, it feels like that all the time, every day

You're searching, Joe, For things that don't exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings—there are no such things. There are only middles. —Robert Frost

his lazy eye drifting around the room like a child looking for the bathroom.

Your whole life, she says, you're searching for disaster—you're auditioning disasters—so you'll be well rehearsed when the ultimate disaster finally arrives.

I won­der if run­ning is just an­oth­er fix to a fix to a fix to a fix to a fix to a prob­lem I can't re­mem­ber.

What you end up doing," the mechanic says, is you spend your life searching for a father and God.

The mechanic says 'If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?' 'What you end up doing' the mechanic says, 'is spend your life searching for a father and God.

Da giovani cerchiamo qualcosa che ci rallenti e ci tenga intrappolati in un posto abbastanza a lungo da poter spingere lo sguardo sotto la superficie delle cose. Questo primo disastro è una vaccinazione

Chewbacca's back home, looking for his family. Luke's searching the galaxy for old Jedi teachings. Han Solo's got nothing to smuggle, nowhere to gamble, no foolish Rebellion to fight for. He's like the Falcon: retired to a hangar somewhere, waiting for something, anything, to happen.

The whole world seemed a maze of shifting mirrors in which I wandered alone, looking always and frenziedly for the exit back into my real life, where people had substance, did as they said they would, and were whole.

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.

She was a stray after all. A stray not only in its plantation meaning-orphaned, with no one to look after her-but in every other sphere as well. Somewhere, years ago, she had stepped off the path of life and could no longer find her way back to the family of people.

So this was love then—wanting to give only pleasure to the beloved; constantly searching your mind for love tokens that would bring a smile to her lips or a sparkle to her eyes. He deeply regretted it had come so late in life, but since his heart's desire was Eleanor who was so much younger than he, it could have been no other way. He was grateful it had come at all.

I have made up thousands of stories; I have filled innumerable notebooks with phrases to be used when I have found the true story, the one story to which all these phrases refer. But I have never yet found the story. And I begin to ask, Are there stories?

I enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say "This is it"? My depression is a harassed feeling. I'm looking: but that's not it — that's not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it?

Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?

There is something I want-something I have come to get, and she fell deeper and deeper without knowing quite what it was, with her eyes closed.