Quotes About Searching

I had trouble with the God thing. A lot of people do.

He's a lawyer in Atlanta, and he's very active in his church," Mrs. Bennet said. "If that's not the description of a man looking for a wife, I don't know what is.

Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.

I knew from experience that this statement was true, for I myself had been searching for years to discover a practical, working handbook on human relations.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

The Pirates Abandon Ship Upon his return from Europe in August 1985, while he was casting about for what to

Emma once told me that some people spend their whole lives trying to outrun God, maybe get someplace He's never been. She shook her head and smiled, wondering why. Trouble is, she said, they spend a lifetime searching and running, and when they arrive, they find He's already been there.

And God? He's in these hills because we are. No matter how far you run, you can't shake Him. Maybe Davis and I know that best, but Emma knew it first, and Saint Augustine said it best: You stir man to take pleasure in praising You, because You have made us for Yourself, and our heart is restless until it rests in You.

Every time he thought they'd gone, he heard them again. Searching for him.

If we cease looking, searching, what are we left with? We're left with what's been right there at the center all the time. Underneath all that searching there is distress. There is unease. The minute that we realize that, we see that the point isn't the search, but rather the distress and unease which motivate the search. That's the magic moment—when we realize that searching outside of ourselves is not the way.

I was a terrible believer in things,but I was also a terrible nonbeliever in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical. I didn't know where to put my faith,or if there was such a place,or even what the word faith meant, in all of it's complexity. Everything seemed to be possibly potent and possibly fake.

I was a terrible believer in things, but I was also a terrible nonbelieer in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical. I didn't know where to put my faith, or if there was such a place, or even precisely what the word faith meant, in all of its complexity. Everything seemed to be possibly potent and possibly fake.

I was a terrible believer in things, I was also a terrible nonbeliever in things. I was just as searching as I was skeptical.

But the thing was, I didn't want it. Maybe I never really had. I'd finally come to understand what it had been: a yearning for a way out, when actually what I had wanted to find was a way in. I was there now. Or close.

I was a terrible believer in things, but I was also a terrible nonbeliever in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical. I didn't know where to put my faith, or if there was such a place, or even precisely what the word faith meant, in all of its complexity. Everything seemed to be possibly potent and possibly fake.

was a terrible believer in things, but I was also a terrible nonbeliever in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical. I didn't know where to put my faith, or if there was such a place, or even precisely what the word faith meant, in all of its complexity. Everything seemed to be possibly potent and possibly fake.

I was a terrible believer in things, but I was also a terrible nonbeliever in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical.

The occult books Robin kept well hidden, because he knew that Ellis Tidrow made a habit of searching his room for conclusive evidence that Robin was a communicant of Satan.

"We've taken the world apart," she says, "but we have no idea what to do with the pieces…"

I spend the nights awake searching my soul and my days half-asleep chasing dreams in the wind.

Bo? aray??lar insan ruhunu y?prat?r. ?nsanlar? memnun etmek ve onlar?n sevgi, takdir ve onaylar?n? almak için u?ra?an ki?i kendini yorar.

It had ended with a battle; Azalea raked the front page, and then the one's after, searching for any familiar names among the wounded. "Anyone we know?" said Bramble. "Anyone...at all?" "No," said Azalea, relief sweeping over her. "No." Everyone exhaled. "Not that we cared, naturally," said Bramble. "Naturally," said Delphinium. "I mean, I certainly don't." "Neither do I.

She didn't turn but ran down the length of the beach, searching the sand and the water, looking for any hint as to where the body had been moved. "What, Alex?" Jay shouted. "You saw a corpse, but it rolled down the beach to catch the sun better?" She stopped then, whirling around. "It's moved," she said, walking back to where Jay stood. "Your corpse got up and walked?

The beauty and the ultimate value of a story like Mad Men lies in its repeated insistence that unless we stop searching for more, we'll never truly find happiness or peace.