Quotes About Searching

finally I am back in the cave where everything is quiet and dark and I swim the wet labyrinth searching for one to receive me . . . embrace me . . . absorb me . . . into itself.

Disse a mim mesmo que estava procurando, no mundo das telas de faz de conta, algo que faltava na minha nova vida.

So I looked. Silly as it sounds now, I looked. By comparison, going after the Grail would have made more sense. I won't talk about it, it's too embarrassing. I looked until I wised up. I stopped making a fool of myself, but something died inside of me - something that I'd always sort of liked and admired. In its place grew a scar - a tough spot but also a sore spot.

I began to take for granted that I was somewhere, and somewhere that I knew, but I never quite felt that I was somewhere I wanted to be.

The truly terrible thing about this life, was not knowing what you want, but only able to recognize what you do not want. You have to spend so much time and energy trying to find it out, time that other people spent in pursuing of their desires.

She is not listening. If she could hear words like that she would not be getting down from this wagon, with that belly and that fan and that little bundle, alone, bound for a place she never saw before and hunting for a man she ain't going to ever see again and that she has already seen one time too many as it is.

I think she was just travelling. I don't think she had any idea of finding whoever it was she was following.

And then she hears the sound of a helicopter, from somewhere behind her and, turning, sees the long white beam of light sweeping the dead ground as it comes, like a lighthouse gone mad from loneliness, and searching that barren ground as foolishly, as randomly, as any grieving heart ever has.

Nereye gideceÄŸimizi belki biliyorlar, belki de bilmiyorlard?. Ama nerede olduÄŸumuzu bilmiyorlar; çünkü biz gideceÄŸimiz yere varamad?k.

Just who are the cheese monkeys? And what do they want?

All of us groping in caverns, our fingertips raw against stone, searching for that slight crack, the edge of a door opening into love.

O the irony of desire, always hearkening after the liquid glimmer beyond the distant-most dune. Sometimes only to find that it is no different from the parched sand on which we stood days, months, years ago, in yearning.

to her, Do yu know the name of dis place where we is at? But the third girl did not know either. She just stood there, and she was wearing a blue T-shirt and blue denim jeans and white Dunlop Green Flash trainers, and she just looked down at her own see-through bag, and her bag was full of letters and documents. There was so

Remembering what it felt like to be 20 overwhelmed by feeling and sensation, lost for words.

When they reached the door, she dug in her bag for the keys, finding the keyring after some searching, and holding it up triumphantly. "Women," Dells informed her, "need smaller bags." "Men need to keep their opinions to themselves," Harper replied.

Thirty-seven years later I found out for whom he had been searching: Charlotte Lobjoie, a woman who had born him a son, Jean Marie, in March 1918.40

I break into a sweat when I find a Sharpie cap, but not the pen.

el que no está preso, lo andan buscando

He had been there to warn Dutka's wife and boy. It was an idea of his own, but it worked. They got away." "The captain? Thaddeus?" "The Germans were still searching when I left. The searchlights had been brought up." "There's a chance, isn't there, Jan?" "There's always a chance." But his voice was heavy, and his shoulders drooped. Sheila's next question about Korytów

At that time I had to keep meeting people and meeting people in case one of them was someone I could marry.

buscamos en otros lo que consideramos que nos falta a nosotros.

They say true love only comes around once and you have to hold out and be strong until then. I have been waiting. I have been searching. I am a man under the moon, walking the streets of earth until dawn. There's got to be someone for me. It's not too much to ask. Just someone to be with. Someone to love. Someone to give everything to. Someone.

How utterly unprofitable my life is! These continual searchings of my mind are leading me into the desert.

And just as the hungry stomach eagerly accepts every object it can get, hoping to find nourishment in it, Vronsky quite unconsciously clutched first at politics, then at new books, and then at pictures.